My Cruel Death Killed Him Too
Connor's face turned as pale as paper as he collapsed into a chair.
I drifted to his side and whispered softly, "Are you satisfied with how this turned out?"
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When Connor pried open Vivian's door, she froze for a moment before putting on a concerned expression.
"Is there news of Sylvia?" Her voice remained sweet, her eyes still innocent.
"She's dead." Connor's tone held no emotion. "Someone hacked off her limbs with a silver dagger, forced wolfsbane down her throat, and tortured her for at least two hours."
Tears had already begun to slide down Vivian's cheeks. "No, that's impossible. Connor, don't scare me like that."
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