"The one who shamed my kind? That's you?!"
A silence formed after the undead king's roar.
No one moved.
No one breathed.
Quinlan sat on the carriage roof with Rosie perched behind his shoulder. Across from him, the Drowned King towered on his undead horse.
They stared at each other without a word.
Quinlan's expression didn't shift at first. His eyes simply followed the undead's hollow gaze.
Then, bit by bit, a grin pulled at the corner of his mouth.
"I'm not sure I follow," he said. "Could you be more specific? I don't remember doing anything against your kind."
The Drowned King's already ghastly face darkened.
"You know damn well what you did."
Quinlan blinked. Looked left. Looked right. He tilted his head, as if honestly trying to figure out what the undead was talking about.
Rosie leaned forward beside his ear, eyes wide and sparkly.
"Oh! Oh! Daddy!" she whispered loud enough for half the world to hear. "He's angry because of the announcement!"
