"What, what are you doing! Do you want to see this bastard die? Let them go, right now!"
"And do you want these bastards of yours to die? Take in your nails, or give me the option, for I'll break them piece by piece."
The vampires caught by Kieran grunted as he exerted pressure around their necks.
Rowan grinded his teeth.
"Damn it! You are kidding with me!"
"Kidding? Does this seem like a joke to you?"
– Crick. Cluck.
Kieran applied force to his leg, breaking the neck of the vampire he had been trampling on.
"You bastard!!!"
"Relax your voice before I break off the heads of these two."
"…you will let this kid die, huh?"
"If the boy gets hurt, you and these guys die too. Of course, the death won't come easily."
"Fucker…"
Rowan bit his lips.
It's not because of his men he wasn't killing the boy. He knew that if the hostage died, he would die too.
