A Murder

Now Kione was squatting in front of Belle. While she was still hostile toward him, Kione offered her a light smile.

"Are you hurt anywhere, Ms. Thornhills?" His voice was loud enough to draw the captor's attention to them.

Her eyes held a question, as if questioning his true intentions. And his smile grew even larger. Those silver gray eyes frantically shifted to her captor before falling back on the vampire with a glare.

"She is perfectly fine. I always give my buyers the best." Interrupted the man quickly.

Kione threw the man a look over his shoulder. "I was not speaking to you, was I?"

Then it clicked. How did he know the lady's name? The captor wondered hastily. He was very certain that neither he nor the woman had divulged that information in such a short time. Unless…

The man's eyes widened in realization. It didn't take another moment before he brought out the rifle, which was originally hidden beneath his coat.