บท 39: Chapter 39: True Blood, Part 3

He sneered at his tail, who clearly thought he was subtle but possessed as much subtlety as Mahzan did sense.

Funny.

Sule smirked. Turning a corner, he slipped into the doorway of a closed shop and drew the dagger at his hip. A few seconds later, his tail turned the corner and then stopped as he realized Sule was gone. The moment of confusion was all Sule needed; he darted from the doorway and snuck up behind the bastard, tripped him and pinned him to the street, straddling him to trap his arms. He yanked the man's head up and pressed the edge of his dagger to his throat. "Good evening, friend."

"Some friend—" the man bit out.

"I do not like people following me," Sule said. "Men who follow without wanting to be noticed doing so usually have a mind to stick a knife in someone's back."

"Just making sure you got home safe, friend. Dree's guests shouldn't come to harm."