Laughing at the dead

Freya pov's

"What did you want to use her body for, she is gone for good and has been thrown away in the think forest immediately, you came too late" He shrugged and was about continuing the sword fight when i held the sword, he stared at me dumbfoundedly knowing that the sword could injure me.

I stared at him as I slowly started feeling irritated by his nonchalant attitude.

What did he expect?! That I would just give up like this! I really needed to know the truth about my friend, but he wasn't helping matters right now.

"Can you recall where you threw her to?" I pressed on.

He stilled, gripping the sword tightly, it was a miracle he hadn't cut through his own fingers yet, he thought about what to say before answering "I don't remember...her body was thrown." He said trying hard to maintain his composure.

I sighed "You're lying, you must have remembered something."

"No," he looked down.

I needed his help urgently and I wanted to find her body even though it would seem crazy that I wa