One of them looked up at her with a look of pity. “I’m sorry, we can’t do that, she’s already dead.”
Delilah’s heart ceased to beat as she glanced down at her mother’s body. There was a deep wound gushing blood across her neck, and her eyes were wide open even though she was…dead. “W-Who?” Delilah stuttered out. “Who did this to her? Who killed my mother?”
Her knees buckled, and she fell on them as a sudden weakness gripped her muscles. She couldn’t define the emotions she felt; she was so angry, so sad…and so confused. “Who did this to mom?” she asked again, but the men carrying her body only kept walking away
Somebody gripped her arm from behind, pulling her to her feet. “Quit it! Don’t come here and f*cking cry because that witch is dead. Quinn killed her and if Quinn didn’t, then
