"My sister-in-law asked you a question!" Dylan Harper pulled the man up.
The man called Leopard groaned in pain, "Ow, ow...Eliza Fletcher...?"
He remembered now.
It was the woman they kidnapped to lure that other woman here.
Aurelia Shaw sneered coldly, fiddling with the knife in her hand, "You can choose not to talk, anyway, your body is full of nerve endings, we can take it slowly. Once I've peeled every inch of flesh from your body bit by bit, it won't be too late for you to speak."
Leopard didn't doubt for a second that she meant what she said. Those eyes clearly spelled out she could do it. She knew no mercy.
He shivered all over, fear churning inside him.
Was this woman even normal?
Still, Leopard had professional training. He gritted his teeth, refusing to utter a single word.
Aurelia took a glance at Mason Nightshade, seeing his lack of surprise at this outcome, and reconsidered Leopard's identity.
So, was he an assassin?
