*Erik*
I glance at my wife, who, to her credit, is holding it together well, as many of the villagers look on with horror.
I hadn’t meant to kill him like this, or so quickly, but I had let my anger get away from me. Still, the fear on his face as I held his heart and leaned forward to bite it will be what I dream of when death takes me. It was beautiful.
His warm blood spurted on me like a summer rain after a drought- warm and inviting. He dared to think of touching my wife, but he’ll never have the chance again.
I cut the rope that had restrained his arms and lift underneath his arms as Anders comes over to lift his feet. We carry him down the hill and carefully lay him in a boat.
“Make sure the Jarl sees my bite,” I tell the unmarried men who had agreed to dump him back at hi
