Chapter 49: All things….

The staircase was narrow, but short.

And the moment, the two breached the door, throwing it off its hinges in the process. Lilith and Mary sprinted into the foyer, where Morgan stood, his whip thrown against the wall, and his hand on the sleeping Willow’s head.

It wasn’t comforting, it was the kind placed upon one’s head when they were ready to snap it.

Mary and Lilith glared at the man. “Leave her alone,” Mary growled.

“Uncle,” Lilith tried. “Please, just tell me why you’re doing this. Please.”

Morgan said nothing, and raised his other hand, the one that carried his head. He looked at Lilith with something all too familiar in herself, but foreign to him.

Sorrow.

He placed his head upon his neck stump, and Lilith’s eyes widened.

There was a reason he was called the *Headless Horseman*.

It was the only thing that could kill him, and by placing his head back upon his stump, he was turning himself back into a mortal.

A gift, a curse.