The Ghost And The Graveyard (The Monk's Hill Witch) - Plot & Excerpts
In the spray of blood and thicker things, I didn’t stop to check if any of it was mine. After all, the bullet that passed through Rick could have struck me, standing behind him. I didn’t think about myself at all or reach for the man’s neck to check if his heart was still beating. None of those things crossed my mind until after the sight of Rick with a hole in his torso elicited a reflex in me. Nightshade came around and decapitated the man before Rick could hit the floor. I stared, heart pounding as his head rolled to the side of the hunting shack. His body collapsed to the earth in a pool of his own blood. “I wasn’t sure you had it in you,” Rick said. I snapped my head toward the Rick I’d thought was dead, only to see the hole in his chest stitch itself. The wound, once clear through his torso, was now a shiny pink spot on the skin behind his mutilated shirt. “I thought you were dead,” I yelled. Rick’s heady laugh filled the room. “I’m immortal, Grateful. You know that.”
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