"Hey," Andrew approached me as soon as I walked out of Violet's room, "How is she doing?"
"Could have been better," I huffed at his question and noticed his bitter expression.
"Sorry I can't be there to help," he patted my shoulder, "But I have something to tell you," his usual playful voice turned a pitch lower.
"What is it?" I asked.
"It's about Quinn's manor."
"Spill," I massaged my temple as I opened the door to my room. I dropped my body onto the sofa, then stared at my previous wound as it slowly healed by itself.
"She's dead," he grimaced, "Her remains were thrown out to be fed to the dogs."
"What a bunch of savages," I sighed. I had expected her to be dead, but not in such an atrocious way. How the hell am I supposed to tell Violet? She obviously wouldn't take this well.
