Cayne rushed inside, mewed dammed on breaking the door. As soon as he went inside, his eyes search everywhere.
He walked briskly. He found no Raszhiel. But what he found are two people trying to kick each other's asses, martial arts styles on the television.
He frowned. His mind went blank all of the sudden. He tried to focus and highten his instincts. And he knew that something isn't right.
Raszhiel had to be safe. She has to be. Or else.
He couldn't imagine his life without her. She can't be gone. Not now that he finally confess his feelings to her.
He walked slowly to the kitchen area, he saw the housekeeper, lying face down the floor.
And he saw the hair bow Raszhiel had worn in her hair that morning, lying simply on the ground, with blood.
His heart turned to ice as furry so de
