His words along with his next action inflamed the group.
“Call dibs on the coat…”
“Dibs on next turn…”
Voices echoed around her peppering the air with dark menace.
Evil has taken root, darkened his character, and blackened his soul, the dispassionate whisper of the Soul Harvester floated through her mind, know your enemy standing before you.
In one fast, fluid motion, the man was on his knees in front of Kalyssa. Several of the men retreated to a safe distance. She kept her attacker on his feet. Her fingers fisted in his greasy hair, his head pulled back, she pushed the point of the switchblade into his throat.