Demitri approached her, stopping by the window tilting his back against the wall. He wore a black coat and black pants, and she noticed the rolled paper in his white-gloved hand, making him even look stunning with the look.
His long fingers were clutching the paper extending his arm to her. "This what the man told us," he said. Without words, she yanked the piece noticing some blood spot on the edges. Blood? Don't tell me— she glanced at him narrowing her eyes.
"You killed the man!" her voice sounded an accusation.
Demitri crossed his arms with his staid expression staring at the wall. "We have no other choice, Kristel, before he warned the one who requested him to do his job, on the other hand, he confided where he takes Katlyn, at the capital of Darkia, the place that only the info
