The tower was drafty, cold, and bare, save for a small squared window at the far end of the room.
"I'm pleased to see that the Lord has finally come to his senses," the taller of the two guards said with a smirk.
"Sure. Senses," I retorted, rolling my eyes. "I am pretty sure that your senses died the moment your heart stopped - assuming any of you had senses to start with."
I barely flinched when I saw a flash of movement and his backhand rushing toward my face. The slam of his cold, dead flesh stung my face.
"Watch your mouth, or the next heart that stops will be yours."
"Sure," I croaked, holding my hand against my cheek. "Why not? You can kill me the same way your Lord and his daddy killed my father."
"Not without his say-so, or I'll be meeting him first."
He started closing t
