Esprit de Corpse
Blame on You!
I BRIEFED DANTE on Kaliâ€™s conversation. Anger radiated off the sharp set of his shoulders. â€œYou should not have touched my scythe!â€ he lectured, shaking his finger at me.
I bit my lip, knowing he was right, but really not wanting to hear it. Especially not when accompanied by patronizing hand gestures.
â€œSo,â€ I continued, reluctant to have this conversation, â€œwe need to get...