Page 460 of Evil Hearts

Blood soaks the formerly white snow, bones scattered about. Organs lay strewn across the ground, some even on low-hanging tree branches.

The oppressive air is gone, and I turn to see the demons moving normally.

Lyone stands, staring at me instead of the carnage before us. “You saved us.”

“What of it?”

“We assumed you’d be happy if we died,” Corel answers.

“And maybe throw a party,” Pardus adds.

I shrug, unable to meet their eyes.

“If anyone gets to kill you, it will be me.”

Lyone lets out a peal of laughter.

“That’s my little witch.”

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