Standing in the bedroom's doorway, staring at Allison's lifeless body, Hildie's blood ran cold. The way Aaron looked at her and the fact he was so casually speaking of burying his sister before her body was cold made her shudder. Something felt incredibly off about the entire situation.
The sound of wind-driven sleet hitting the window did not help her mood, as it meant more severe weather was approaching. It would be a miserable day to bury someone. She heard Edgar behind her, and the tinkling of broken porcelain shards as he swept them into the dustpan. Bringing her back from her inward thoughts.
Aaron stood from the bed and narrowed his gaze at Hildie. He gave her an insidious grin. "What are you standing there for? Did I not give you an order to prepare my bath?"
"Y-yes, Mast… I-I m-m-m-mean Baron." Hildie's words came out stammered. She was shuddering so hard.
