"A blood puddle?" Cassius repeated, looking utterly shocked.
He had thought for a moment that Sir Fluffington had died from natural causes and Joy hadn't gotten over it.
But it didn't seem like that at all.
Joy nodded, tears streaming freely now.
"The same fluffy white hair he used to have was covered in blood."
"H-He was beaten, bruised, completely destroyed."
"The majestic animal that used to roam around the stable had been...had been turned into a corpse that wasn't even in one piece."
Cassius couldn't help himself. "What happened to him?"
The sorrow in Joy's eyes was suddenly replaced by something else.
Something darker. Rage—cold, controlled, but burning so intensely he could almost feel it radiating from her.
She spoke in a voice that was barely above a whisper, yet somehow sharp enough to cut.
"The son of the whore who ruled the household also liked Sir Fluffington. But he was cruel. He'd smack him, kick him, treat him harshly."
