Chapter 42

"Bellatrix is dead." The moment Cillian heard those three words, he scoffed loudly, but the sound was void of its usual bitterness. "Is this a joke?" He questioned, turning to face Avery with gritted teeth. When the doctor did not respond, he asked again, this time, with a louder voice. "I said, is this a joke?! What type of sick joke are you both playing this time around?" Avery chuckled, but it was clipped and empty. "Does this look like a joke to you, Cillian? Then how about you go closer. Perhaps, when you hold her lifeless body in your arms, you'll be convinced–" "Shut your fucking mouth," Cillian snarled, his eyes blazing with rage. "If you both are trying to mess with me, then you've failed. Do you really expect me to believe that she’s dead? Do you really think I'm that stupid?" "Perhaps you are. Because for the fact that you can see her lying there..." Her voice cracked a little and she swallowed thickly before continuing. "But you still act like a hot headed bastard, then per