❝ O, ye of little faith. ❞ He placed an open palm over the place his heart was presumed to be ( the rhythmic thump, thump indicated its presence, but similar to his words– it was utterly hollow and BLACK ). ❝ I’m kind every day. For instance, this little repartee. I could have quite easily challenged you for your insolence –especially while fingers continue to point at anyone students barely weaned from their mothers deem slightly suspicious– but instead, I’ve allowed your slander. ❞ Dishonesty was the boy’s policy and deceit flew out of his mouth at an accelerated rate.
She let out a nervous laugh, bordering a ridiculous bark at his clearly ingenuine response. “You’re likening your mercy with kindness.” Aubrey kept her eyes on him like one would a snake waiting to strike at the right moment. “Or you afraid of what might happen if they find another dead body? One that’s not on a pre-approved list?” she accused.
