“Not so fast, b***h!” Kyle grumbled.
Gritting his teeth as he wright in pain as he forced himself to stand up, keeping a tight grip on the lady’s arm as to not get a hold of Rory.
That made the woman raise a brow. “Oh, you’re still alive, how fascinating,” she mocks, going as far as tilting her head to the side.
The man threw her a sharp gaze, his hands trembling as he clenched harder. “Damn right you are!” He hissed.
With the vampire being naïve and full of herself, the guy landed a straight punch to her face with so much force that they heard breaking bones.
Lucia’s head twisted, about a hundred eighty degrees to the back, cracking as it bent to an abnormal angle before her whole body flew off several meters away.
Kyle fell to his knees after that. He placed a hand to the ground
