Tracking her

Once Merle was dismissed, the boy's earlier confession, She's in danger. They took her. It continued to ring on repeat at the back of the vampire's mind.

Kione clenched his hands into a fist. Teeth gritted in annoyance, and face twisted in distaste.

If they moved even a single strand of her hair, I would chop off those hands. And I won't even hesitate to send them straight to hell.

He unclenched his fist. And let out a breath. His eyes shifted to his balcony railings, where his pet now sat, with its head steering side to side as if it were giving a double take of the surroundings. Its black, deep eyes were empty and vacant.

"What have you been doing while I was busy?" He covered the distance between them with long strides. "Uh, crow." He addressed it. The crow made a light croak at the way it was called, but it quietened when Kione picked it.