Cora’s pov.
To say I was surprised would be an understatement.
I’d heard he was in the middle of an interrogation so I expected the blood… but just not this much. It made me wonder whose throat he had slit to have blood all over his shirt, bare forearms and the right side of his face. His black shirt and pants were soaked in it and his shoes left gory footprints.
They probably deserved it.
I’d seen Creed covered in blood a few times, but not this much and not with that particular aura hanging over him.
I could feel the malice and cruelty hovering over him like a dark cloud. For the first time, it put into perspective just who this man was. The rumours about him and his ruthlessness suddenly came to mind and it made me wonder…
“Creed,” I greeted, he didn’t move, he looked about as
