Gary gave Connor a sinister smile. “I got them good, though. I killed both of these bitches. My unfaithful wife should have never cheated on me with that cheap whore. I might not love her, but she had no right humiliating me like that, having sex with that bitch behind—”
“I’ll fuck you up!” Rose screamed as she leaped into the air, her left hand stretched out in front of her.
Before she could pounce on Gary, who lifted his right hand to defend himself, Connor froze all three of the spirits with his power. He could feel Harley, clutching his waist with both hands, trembling behind him. Meanwhile, Lance appeared to be even more confused. Connor didn’t have time to explain anything, though.
“All three of you have enough shit on your karma,” Connor said. “Where’s the blade?”