My brows furrow, panic settling in. “Where is he?” Knox steps in, partially blocking me from Annie. “Perhaps that’s enough information for one day,” he says as if picking up on something I cannot see. I move around him. “No! I want to know where he is.” I march toward Annie. “Where was he laid to rest?” I need to have my goodbye. Annie’s eyes flutter closed. I expect tears, but when she opens them again, I’m shocked to find they’re full of hatred—malevolence. “He wasn’t.” I blink. “Of course he was. Perhaps his father took—” “Your father keeps his head as a trophy. A warning to all in the
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