Once Cat had cried herself to sleep, I disposed of the remains of Daeglan O’Connor. The bastard would receive no burial; he did not deserve peace in this life or any other. I threw his corpse over the cliffside and into the churning ocean waters, walking away without a second thought. Despite the overwhelming guilt it created, I had locked the door to Cat’s cell to ensure she did not run from me while I was gone. I took my time walking back, thinking about my next move. There was no way we could leave with Cat in her current state, furthermore, I could not release her from her underground prison until I could trust that she would not run. If she had to remain in her room, then I would remain with her whenever possible. On my way back to the house, I set wards around the perimeter of the se
