Caught off guard, the grip was very tight, Codie Coleman desperately tried to break free, but that only brought a greater force in response.
Binding her tightly, the pain in her wrist was intense.
Yet, it was nothing compared to the pain in her heart.
Looking up and recognizing Flossie Wright's face, Codie stood up sharply and raised her other hand to strike at Flossie, "What do you think you're doing—"
Her other hand was caught in midair.
Flossie's expression was cold as she gazed down at Codie, who was half a head shorter than her.
"She's dead. You can guard her for a day, a month, a year, if you like, but all you'll see is her turning into a skeleton," she said firmly, word by word.
Her tone was somber, word by word carrying weight.
The expressionless face and the cold words Flossie spoke startled everyone around them.
They didn't know where she had come from, but her words, so cruelly exposing someone's wounds, even made them feel a chill.
