***TRICIA***

"So… what do we do about the body?" I said softly, warm mist blowing out of my mouth—vanishing into thin air.

“Nothing… we'll just leave it here.” Blake said toneless, raising a brow.

My head snapped toward him. “Don’t you have any sense of human compassion?”

He looked at me—his gaze lingering for so long that a strange change crossed his face. Afterward, his expression altered, gradually yet unwillingly.

“Fine,” he muttered. “I’ll bury him.” ...