Despite Tellith's fears, he was undisturbed, and woke the next evening thinking of Gladys' stupid rhyme. If she was here, I'd strangle her. Not that he really would. He'd had the chance while he was at Bray's for a week, and hadn't done it. Even when she sang The Worm Song, as he called it for lack of a title, while dusting the parlor.
I don't have time to worry about Gladys. Or Bray. I need to get back.
And bury the bodies.
He returned the key to the lobby, stopping long enough to check the map pinned to the wall. If there was no construction or detours, he should get to the citadel by two in the morning.
Maybe I should buy a shovel first?
But he didn't. He just fed on the owner's dog, leaving the canine alive but groggy, then headed out. He stopped again along the side of the road for more wildlife, but didn't linger. The sooner he got there, the better.
Right.