King of Ashes

Roman ran the body lift into the wall a few times and he almost dropped a bag of cremains after taking it off the grinder, but eventually a latent form of muscle memory took over. Her face was bereft of wrinkles and her body was more toned than the woman he had spent the night with just a few hours ago. This is some bullshit, but just in case something goes awry.” Roman stopped talking. He is screaming about his father, about Dante, Neveah, and finally himself.