Mr. Qui had killed the alpha without even blinking, without a single expression crossing his face. That kind of composure and ease was something only someone who had done it before, who had killed before, could display.
And… Weren't they the same people who had abandoned the deserted cities and villages near the border, leaving the people in need there to die?
Theo wiped the blood that had seeped through Le An's white silk shirt and streaked down his arm, adding yet another red-stained wipe to the pile.
Le An's eyes were fixed on the wet wipes in the trash, soaked with that alpha's blood. His bottom lip quivered, like a child hiccupping after crying too hard. And the blood that had splashed on his arms, neck, and cheeks had dried there, leaving his skin itchy to the point of madness.
When Theo leaned in with a fresh wipe to clean his neck, his trembling hand entered Le An's field of vision.
