Lincy pointed at Malcom and Greg with a shaking finger, her voice sharp enough to slice through the heavy silence. "Was it you? Or you? Or are all of you Morrigan s going to die one by one?"
Her words echoed over the gravesite like a curse. Even at a funeral, she didn't know when to stop. Grant had spoiled her so badly that she had lost all sense of what was appropriate. She wasn't grieving. She was performing. Every insult she threw was just another way to feed her hunger for revenge.
Whispers spread through the crowd. I could feel the tension rising like smoke.
Yenick quickly grabbed her arm and tried to pull her back. "That's enough, Lincy. Why waste your breath on them? Let's go."
Lincy always listened to Yenick. No matter how wild she acted, one word from him and she followed. This time was no different. She let him lead her away without another protest.
But she didn't see Camilla.
