Brandon
My eyes blinked after Rachel finished talking, but why couldn't I believe that I was wrong, even though she was making sense.
"Oh," I muttered, and looked away.
"We should leave it. Probably he was unlucky and died," she said, and stood up.
I slowly got up and turned to the men who had been patiently and diligently waiting for us. I walked up to them while Rachel followed from behind.
"Don't incinerate him yet," I ordered, and they bowed their heads.
"Just move him to the mortuary, I will tell you what to do with the body later," I said, and they nodded.
"What?" Rachel whispered, and walked up to me.
"Stop behaving so unserious and let go," I told her, and she sighed deeply and loudly.
"Tell me, King Brandon… What do you think you are doing? Don't you believe me? Are you s
