“You were shot,” Ash tells him, and Loki’s forehead creases, then his eyes widen as he remembers. “By Rafe!” he exclaims, though his voice is no more than a cracked mumble. “Yeah,” I reply, then give a smile that I know is pure evil as I recall what the cops told us when we woke up a couple of hours ago. “Turns out he fell back down the basement stairs, cracked his head open like Humpty fucking Dumpty, and died in a pool of blood and piss at the bottom.”
Karma 🤣🥳
