“First you drag me into this disgusting hellhole, now you won’t let me kill this brat! After everything that happened, after how you treated me, you expect me to just shut up and do as you say?” Hedda screamed.
“Lower your voice,” Seuss snarled, trying to keep his calm. “I didn’t drag you to this hellhole, I saved your goddamn life! Should I have let the wraiths pick your bones clean? Or maybe I should have left you with the humans. I am sure they would have been thrilled that you are alive! After all, that would mean you can be sacrificed again the next time Ozias comes back!”
“Who is shouting now?!” she snapped and Seuss balled his hand into a fist, barely stopping himself from wrapping his fingers around her neck. He could hardly recall the reason he married her in the first place, bu
