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No one would ever know. It was a mistake after all. There was no reason that a mistake, honestly acknowledged as such and sincerely regretted should ruin a person's life. Kiara tugged at the man's boots. Hard to get a good grip with the sloppy ooze coating the stiff leather. There certainly had been a lot of blood, spurting out in a thick hot gush over her hand and into her hair.
Disgusting. Her hair, the wretched creature's blood was in her hair. Odd that this distressed her the most but there it was. She would cut it all off, shave her head as bald as a Vagnon initiate rather than risk that his blood contaminated a single strand. She laughed at the image this presented in her mind of her shiny bald head rolling from the executioners block. Surely her hair was the least of her worries. She needed to stay calm, focus on the task at hand, dispose of the body.
She pulled hard, hauling him toward the edge of the cliff and the swiftly moving water below. Hopefully the current would carry him to sea and he'd never be found. But even if he was, the most important thing was that he not be found here. It was too dark to see his face – thank the heavens for that. It was easier to think of the stiffening corpse as an abomination. Not a real person at all. Not even human really.
He dropped quickly once she was able to leverage his top half over the side. There was the harsh thump of him hitting the side of the cliff a few feet below her feet followed by the rattle of loose stones chasing him down and then silence.
Briefly, she considered hurling herself over the edge after him, surely that was the honorable thing to do, but she couldn't bring herself to do it. Maybe Tailey had been right all along – she was coarse and barbaric to the bone, with none of their mother's noble Katian blood. At the moment, this thought struck her fancy and gave her the courage to stand up and turn away from the cliff.
The crescent moon peeked out from behind retreating storm clouds, its thin light casting everything in stark relief for an instant – the crumbled wall to her right, broken stone on hard packed dirt, viscous puddle and black trail sliding all the way to her feet. She could still feel where the fire had touched her skin, burning over and through her. She could see where it had charred the earth where she'd been standing. She shook her head. It didn't make any sense. She should be dead.