“What . . . h-haaappened to . . . him?” “I cut off his head, then fed him to Rygun.” The words land like a kick to the ribs, almost winding me. Deserved, but— “Wh-why?” “Because I was mourning someone I loved very much. I discovered my pah had done something unforgivable, and I took her revenge because I thought she no longer could. Now I have regrets.” “What was . . . h-her name?” “Elluin,” he murmurs, and pulls—yanking the pin free. I open my mouth in a silent scream, certain he just siphoned half my skeleton through the tiny hole. Fucking. Ouch.
