Just as Lilian thought she was going to die again- for the second time in both her lives- a voice cut through the chilly night.
"What are you doing?"
The voice was feminine, smooth, and almost amused as if what was unfolding was an unbelievable comedic drama.
The man holding Lilian's throat hesitated going through with his motive, his grip loosening slightly. His eyes twitched in incredulity- the voice had stirred something in him;
"Who is that person with that annoying smooth voice?"
The other man growled, turning toward the source of the voice.
"This is none of your business. Now, go your way or should I show you the way?" he snarled.
Then a figure stepped out from the shadows. It was a young woman who looked no older than twenty.
Not particularly tall- around five-foot-four at most. She was slim and she had pale, flawless skin, long red hair that cascaded over her shoulders, and striking eyes that seemed to gleam even in the dim light.
