She smiled. A small grin, but a grin all the same. “You killed him.” I flicked my eyes to Helgi’s lifeless body. Gore and death soaked the stones, the wood floors. Nothing pleasant was here. With a touch of suspicion, I looked back to Malin. “Clearly.” She crossed her arms over her chest, one shoulder leaned against the wall. She did not look horrified; she almost seemed pleased. “He wanted to sell me.” Her grin took on an aggravating smugness. “And you killed him for it.” What in the hells?
