“I’m still intent on killing you, if given the chance,” I warn past clenched teeth. “Don’t forget to cut off my head,” he murmurs. “Or I’ll haunt you for eternity.” “I don’t believe in that.” Not one bit. I’ve cut off very few heads in comparison to my rather large body count, and I’m yet to see a single spirit claw at me from the shadows. He lifts a brow. “Then what do you believe in?” he asks, his voice guttural. “Revenge.” All the warmth sputters from his eyes, like part of him just slipped away. “Revenge is the loneliest deity of them all, Moonbeam. Take it from someone who knows.”
