The Red Lady of Venice lay dead in the street. Someone had covered her with a black cloak, but Cass could still see dark red curls from beneath the hood. The crowd was hushed, and anger filled more than a few faces.
Though new to the city, even Cass had heard of her. It seemed impossible anyone would wish her harm.
“It’s an execution,” a gruff voice said behind her.
“Who would dare?” a woman whispered.
“The Elorians would do this. Cut out our heart.”
“Is a feckless bastard. She’ll never be avenged while he’s in charge.”
(Written for The Prediction. Challenge words: execute, feckless, Venice)