บท 282: Lost

"Human," his voice was deeper than a rough hoarse man's voice. The more one listens to it, the more one realize that this voice does not belong to a human. 

"Let – " Before the man in a suit could finish, Lucien raised his crescent blade and made a long thin cut on the woman ghost's neck. 

"Stay where you are," Lucien said with an icy tone. "Take one step and my blade will slice her throat." 

The woman ghost struggled fervently against his chest. But Lucien did not yield. He looked straight at the man in suit who had his sunken eyes reddened because of anger. 

"Isabella," The man suddenly uttered. His ordinary looking human face twisted slightly to form a strange amicable smile. He stretch out his hand, his deep sunken eyes looking straight at the woman.