His eyes widened at the large pit in front of him. It took him a few seconds to register it. This was what Miranda meant by “special treatment for the special guest.”

She watched him struggle with two weak feet and bruised toes, sweating profusely. This rogue took dying a little too personally.

Miranda knew exactly what to do.

She reached for the wolfsbane she had stored in the back pocket of her pants.

Initially, she didn't think that she would have to use it, but this one forced her hand.

She plunged the tip into his back as she watched him fall to the ground. Lifeless and stiff.

Arian...