𝓘𝓷𝓽𝓻𝓸 ~ 𝓗𝓪𝔂𝓭𝓮𝓷

His hand rested right where she had taught him to always aim for in battle. Right where a warm, rhythmic pulse should be thrumming beneath his fingers. Never had the feeling of realisation hurt more than in that moment. She was heartless.