“If we knew who the killer was,” Storm blankly responded without moving an inch. “We wouldn’t be here.”
“I can’t believe this. I can’t stand here any longer.” Violet murmured and walked past Storm when he grabbed her arm and pushed her backwards. “And where the f*****g f**k do you think you are going?!”
‘What’s the meaning of this?’ Violet glared at him. “Let go of my arm this instant.”
“You look so pale, Violet Stormclaw.” He chuckled a little. “Why are you panicking so much? This has nothing to do with you? Or do you have a hand in his death?”
“How dare you accuse me of—”
“Then I see no reason you should be concerned about his death. Don’t you think, Violet?”
“Why are you here?” She talked back. “You look suspicious, too. Are you involved in his death as well? You came right
