"Can you hold something for me really quickly?" Cormack asked, his expression perfectly casual. Without any sense of decency, however, he removed his head and tossed it at Odette, the severed cranium wearing a wicked grin as it flew into her hands.
She wanted to say no, but she wasn’t a rude young lady. At least not outwardly, even though the Dullahan did nothing to deserve her respect or kindness. She sighed a little and held out her hands, tiny as they may be. “Yes, I suppose so.” She said, expression dull. It took her a few seconds to realize what had happened but as soon as she did, the poor girl released a startled, high-pitched shriek and threw the disembodied head as far away from her as possible.
“What in God’s name is wrong with you?!” She demanded to know, waving her hands as if trying to rid them of something disgusting. “I have never in all my years met someone so vile and horrid! You should be thoroughly ashamed of yourself, you unholy muck snipe!”










