Chapter Seventy-OneI heaved and heaved. I wanted to cry, but no tears came. Frizz pressed against my side, Drozelle pressed against the other. It was comfort and support they offered, yet I felt nothing but the way the sword cut through Vincent's neck. There was a scream building far inside me, cut off by a dark abyss.
“Look at me, Daughter of Fosch,” Drozelle commanded. It wasn't the first time she'd spoken.
I opened my eyes. Vincent's headless body lay a few feet away. Without the head, the body could belong to anyone. The jolt I should have felt never came.
“I killed him.” I said the words, I heard the words, but it was like there was a tarp enveloping me, they didn't touch me, didn't hurt, didn't trigger any grief. The scream grew, far and disconnected from my emotions.
“Nay, Remo
