“Maybe someday.”
“Stay safe.”
“Always do.”
Grim and Jigsaw had already gone back inside as I made my way to the graves. All three had been filled in and my Reaper smiled, pleased to see them all there in a row. The last one had a round metal tube sticking out of it. I’d purposely asked for the Jackal to leave it there. Unzipping my pants, I walked up to the tubing that extended a few feet above the ground.
“Hey, can you hear me?”
There was a muffled noise that I took for confirmation.
“Open wide.”
Not caring how sick this was, I urinated into the cylinder, leaving him with my piss as it ran downward and splashed onto his face. The hole in the casket was measured to leave enough room that I could complete this last act of revenge against Sid before he slowly suffocated to death.
No one messed with a Royal Bastard without paying the price.