Blade’s POV
How many lives would I have to take before my own soul became tainted if it wasn’t already tainted?
I hated having to be the guy who goes around killing anybody whose name was given to me but in this world it was a kill or be killed situation.
I walked to the edge of the balcony with my knives tainted with the blood of the alpha inched just slain.
He would not be missed. He was a fat man who slept with the widows and used their children as slaves anyway. The funny part was that he was the one who made those women widows in the first place.
I wanted to talk to someone and there was only one person in the world I knew would understand what I was going through.
The sounds of approaching steps had me looking back to see them bang at the door. I found the c*****e I had caused
