Chapter 67- Cold day and crisp night

Chapter 67- Cold day and crisp night

Revenge is a dish

best served cold. [Repeated]

~Italian Proverb

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“Did you hear that?”

“I think someone’s coming,”

“I’ll go check,” he said, pivoted, exiting them in three rather than four, his boot echoing through the quiet apart from her quelled groans.

“This won't hurt,” William strode forward, as words sounded like a sickening assurance.

Gytha produced noises, still struggling with the firm grasp keeping her body in place.

“What did you say?” he leaned forward, getting the same noises as before. Nudging his head, the guard retaining her in position, released her mouth.

She spat on his face.

Locking his eyes in reflex as the wet liquid surged through his cheek, he fetched his hand towards his face, wiping it off in a slow disturbing repose.

Before she could scream, the firm hands of her captor shut her mouth, attaining a couple of disapproving grunts and another series of battling sounds.