CHAPTER FORTY-THREE
Although the scorching light largely blinded Garrou, still, he could smell his prey, the changing scents as their body chemistry altered, the fear itself that now wafted off them. Over the annoying sound of the light, he could still hear their racing heartbeats and their labored breathing. If he were able to look at them, Garrou knew he’d see two people appearing like hunted animals that now realized their pathetic lives were over.
How delightful.
He had only to press his assault, sloppy as it may be, and in time they’d run out of bullets. He had only to keep up the attack and await the inevitable.
