I took a step back, trying to separate myself from the three killers. Kharon stepped closer. His white blouse was covered in gore, and locks of dark hair fell messily in his eyes. He saw me looking and smiled with teeth, then he slowly licked the flat edge of his bloody dagger (that can’t be sanitary). Glacial blue eyes flashed with mania. “Oh yes,” Nyx sighed dreamily on my neck. “He’d be a devoted lover.”
