Larry stood in a pool of blood—the Ackerman’s blood—and shuddered slightly.
At one corner, Xander slit the throat of Jonah Ackerman—the head of the Ackerman family— then wiped the blood on his tongue before shoving the dagger back in his pocket.
“Tastes like shit.” He spat as he grimaced.
“Are you telling me you've been tasting s**t?” Larry teased.
“Shut up, Larry.” Xander retorted as Larry chuckled.
He tossed Jonah aside and stepped over him, before looking around and nodding in satisfaction.
“That's everyone. We did good.” He said and Larry nodded in agreement.
“Yeah. Boss man would be proud.”
Larry stared at his bloody hands, and grimaced. The withering seemed to have slowed down and he couldn't help wondering what Aamon was up to.
“I better go wash this off.”
“Don't you mea
