Bride of the Dead Heir
Still, I wasn't taking chances.
I lit a thick black candle and set it burning slowly, and then flipped on a signal jammer. Soon, the room was filled with haze.
Even if there was something I missed, no one would be seeing anything clearly now.
To complete the setup, I changed into a black wedding dress.
This was the Spirit Bride Rite, after all.
When everything was ready, I turned toward the bed.
Max lay there, perfectly still, without the faintest sign of life.
The water had left its mark, but it hadn't ruined him.
Bab Populer