Anita's POV
I jumped backwards when I saw the blood spill out of the man's neck, coating the white sand. Oh boy, this was grotesque. I didn't know when I began to throw up. I wasn't expecting him to be killed just immediately as I stared at Andre.
He merely picked up the knife and stared at the man who was gasping for his last breath. I guess there was a reason he was called a tyrant. He was not remorseful one bit about the life that was lost.
" We are leaving right now." He said and I nodded, as he pulled my hand along with him. I couldn't help but take a last glance at the man lying dead on the floor.
" That was brutal." I blurted when I entered the car that was supposed to take us home. " Don't you think?" I inquired again when he didn't respond. I'm sure he didn't feel any pity f
