Ever since Sips almost drowned, the Garbage Court has been high strung and murderous. Trott is getting nowhere close to finding out who had put the hit out on Sips, and he knows the entire incident has negatively affected his whole court. In particular, something isn’t right with Smith.
“Something’s on your mind, isn’t it?” He pets the side of Smith’s face, feeling the roughness of his beard.
“I keep…seeing Sips.” The kelpie starts, reaching up and lacing his fingers with Trott’s. He lets them fall to his lap. “Every time I…drown someone.”
CW: drowning, murdering, getting off on murdering someone via drowning, fae manipulation, death, and sex