Blood stained the pure white snow. Yade sat slumped on the ground, staring at the empty path ahead. His furious expression gradually calmed, his gaze sweeping over the scattered corpses. His lips pressed into a thin line, clearly displeased.
Crunch… crunch…
At the sound of footsteps in the snow, Yade's lips curled up slightly. So she'd finally decided to show herself. He hid the sarcasm in his eyes. Today's scene hadn't been particularly spectacular, but it had been genuine. Glancing toward the direction Benelli had left, he knew full well that the next time they met, he would not be so lucky.
"Why didn't you kill him while you had the chance?"
Yade turned and glanced over his right shoulder. He caught a glimpse of a blood-red cloak, its Hibiscus pattern glinting brilliantly even in th
