I gaped. Had she just<span style="font-style: italic">killed</span>him? "Viper!" I said, exasperated. "The Black Deaths are going to be pissed!" I<span style="font-style: italic">so</span>didn't want to have to deal with a body, but his limp figure in the hall was going to attract unwanted attraction. I dragged him into our living room, crinkling my nose as I pressed my fingers to the grimy skin on his neck, feeling for a pulse. I looked up at Viper again, raising an eyebrow. "So, are we going to have to plant the slim ball six feet under, or did you teach him a lesson that he will walk away from?"