C94 PLOTTING

My head rings at the words that came out of his lips. Eyes darting around to see if my uncle, Deimos, is still hanging around somewhere.

But he is gone.

I turn around, staring at Hugo who seems to be calming down as he can no longer see my uncle.

“What is wrong?” I turn to the girl, and ask.

She shakes her head as if trying to get rid of a bad memory, “How. Did. He. Die?” I growl