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GRAVEYARDS AND RIDDLES

Rhea stared at the lifeless body of Mork on the floor. He had been her personal guard for as long as she could remember and he had always been good for her. It was sad that when she needed him the most, he had turned on her for personal glory, and now he was dead.

“You shouldn’t have killed him,” Rhea frowned.

“What should I have done with him?” Calistè grunted. “He wasn’t going to give us any useful information.”

“He was always good to me,” Rhea muttered.

“That was before he became over ambitious,” Calistè frowned. “Mork didn’t really care about you anymore. All he wanted was to harness Steve’s power.”

“And what about Steve?” Rhea asked. “What would we do about him now?”

Calistè looked over her shoulder at the long line of graves that were ahead of her and she shrugged. “I would say we dig through all the graves in St. Jacques tonight but I’m standing with a princess who can’t get her nails dirty.”

“I don’t even have nails,” Rhea muttered, staring at her fingers. “I can’t be here all
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