"...I wanted to end the lives of the people responsible for putting me in that grave…"
Jocelynn's hands froze just above the surface of the warm water in the basin as Ashlynn's words landed on her with the force of a lash.
"Ah," she said, sighing as she released the tension that had been building between her shoulder blades over the course of several hours. Now, at least, she knew.
"So, I'm the last to go," Jocelynn said as she dipped a washcloth into the warm water before mechanically rubbing it with the fragrant soap that smelled of the sea. Her voice was flat and calm, far calmer than it should have been, but she'd planned to die tonight long before her sister returned from the dead.
It would be better this way, she thought as she shifted to face her sister, focusing on the wounded thigh and the dried blood that clung to her sister's bruised flesh. Her hands moved on their own, touching with years of accumulated tenderness and affection as she prepared to face her end.
