But what he wanted was the man's suffering.
Anyone who touched his woman, he would not spare.
Mason Nightshade stood up from the chair and walked out.
"Don't you want to know who ordered me?" The man's weak voice lingered behind.
Mason Nightshade stood at the boundary of light and shadow, his tall and slender figure exuding an invisible pressure, "Do you think something I want to know can be hidden from me?"
Returning to the Nightshade Residence.
Mason first took a shower, not wanting the girl to smell the blood on him.
This girl, in her bones, was also a bloodthirsty person; he couldn't set a bad example for her.
Pampering with indulgence was fine, but there must be limits, otherwise, handling her would become quite a headache.
