RAFEL WAS APPALLED. He would have retched if he had mortality in him. Only a most twisted mind would do this. The three heads were girls. He could tell from their long hairs.
Dead girls now.
They were really young; students of the academy probably, but other than that, it was impossible to tell much else since they were missing everything from the neck down. Their heads sat grotesquely in the vat of ice blocks like skewered carp.
Their families would likely think them on some long party trip on a yacht across the Cold Sea; which they'd interprete as teenage rebellion—not human meat at the bottom of a Hyde's cooling room. No! Certainly not that.
Aya inveighed. "You godless bastard!"
Seeing no other option but to kill the intruders too to silence their finding, Mr. Blu Hiddleston began to change.