Relaxed now, Erin Quinn leaped over to Paige Summers in a few bounds. She then scrambled into her arms like a monkey and whispered everything Samuel Hughes had been thinking into her ear, not missing a single word.
After listening, Paige Summers just smiled.
"Evie, go let him bleed a little."
"You got it!"
Erin Quinn gripped the wooden Short Sword and walked decisively behind Samuel Hughes. With two quick slashes, she cut both of his wrists.
The cuts weren't deep, but they weren't shallow either.
Blood immediately gushed out, soaking the ropes.
Howard Everett had no idea what game they were playing anymore. However, Paige Summers's supremely confident expression kept him from getting too worried.
The one who needed to worry was Samuel Hughes.
Blood flowed steadily. Soon, his face began to turn pale, and his body grew colder.
He knew he wouldn't die from this amount of blood loss.
