"Thanks for the wild goose chase you sent me on."
I stared at the limping guard in surprise. It couldn't be more than a few hours since he'd practically fled the dungeons after I let go of his d**k, but he was still walking funny.
"What do you mean?" I asked.
He snarled from across the cell. "I mean, you wanted me to find your maid? What, was that some kind of joke?"
I sat up straighter, shaking my head. "What are you talking about?"
"Please," he barked. "You know exactly where she is. Six feet under by now."
My blood crystallized in my veins. Annecy? Dead?
"Th-that can't b-be true," I choked out, my chest too heavy to get the words out properly. "How can she be...dead?"
Good god, would they kill her because of what I did? But why? What would they have gained from that?
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