บท 231: THE KILLER ON THE MOVE

THE KILLER ON THE MOVE

When Renard was sure the house was quiet and his favorite couple was busy sleeping, ignorant of the storm brewing inside his head. Renard stood up from the floor where he slept in the attic.

The attic had served as his makeshift refuge, a place to nurse the wounds inflicted upon his body and pride. As he ascended from the shadows of the attic, the cold glint of the knife in his grasp reflected the merciless intent that burned in his eyes.

'He was going to kill Claudia tonight and if his master got in his way he would kill him also.'

He was the Marquis of Drunbury, he was not going to be humiliated any further. He was not going to condone any form of disrespect to his person. "After people hear about what I have done, they will start treating their slaves nicely," He was driven by rage and anger.