Dolan cared enough to cover Brenna in a winding sheet before he started back toward the village to join the others. Ciaran waited in the shadows until the others were distract, and then he edged along the rows and houses until he reached Brenna’s side.
He peeled back the soft edges of the winding sheet and gazed at Brenna’s face. But for the blue tinge of her mouth, she looked peaceful, asleep. Ciaran knew her death had been anything but peaceful. He had to take her far away from here, give her a proper burial.
And then someone shouted, “Monster!”
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