Marden stopped in front of the brothel, staring up at the dark and gloomy building. The rain kept pouring mercilessly, angry drops tapping on his hat and cloak, but despite the onslaught, he couldn’t make his feet move. The carriage had already driven away, so there was no going back, yet he still couldn’t bring himself to walk up those steps.
Fear and anger raged inside of him, making his heart race as each of them drew closer to a win. He wanted to go in there and grab that cursed woman. He wanted to kill her with his bare hands! And on the other side, the thought that she had already killed so many, drained them of their blood, and carved their chests like they were something to be played with… it paralyzed him with fear. He had never thought of himself as a coward, but right now, he r
