''...''
Damon stared at the slumped body, streaming with dark crimson from the neck that stained his collar.
'Such precision…' He inwardly noted and turned gaze to the slender figure by the tree. Even he could not accurately mark Rufus's neck from that distance, especially if it was a blind spot.
''My lady is amazing as always.'' Damon praised as he approached the slender figure with a proud grin. Only his little mistress could rightfully gain his awe and respect. If she were less experienced as a killer, he would have killed her that day she personally visited his brothel.
''You've become more perverted than the last time, Damon.'' Raven threw a reproachful glance at the grown man with his usual feminine charm before looking down at her outstretched fingers.
'I have improved.' She felt pleased…greatly pleased that she had hit the target. Over the years, she had been training her eyes to adjust fully to the dark.
