Kiss My Corpse
I watched Connor closely, searching his face for the slightest trace of regret.
But all I saw was mild annoyance.
"What did you say?" His voice was cold, distant. "Clara is dead?"
Duncan kept his head lowered, not daring to meet Connor's gaze. "Yes… Luna… she was trapped in that well for over ten days. No food, no water… she… she didn't make it."
Connor scoffed, as if he had just heard the most ridiculous joke. "Oh, she's still bluffing. Fine. If she's really dead, then call the priest for a ritual. Toss her corpse into the sea and let her see where playing dead gets her."