He hadn’t expected her to be onto him so soon.

“I don’t know what photo you’re talking about,” Fay bsaid/b, denying it outright.

A murderous look shed in Winifred’s eyes. “We’ll see about that. Show it to me

Fay’s face darkened. Inside.”

He turned to leave, assuming Winifred would follow. She had no other way out. But in the next second, she bolted.

His people moved bas /bone, swarming to intercept her, but they all underestimated her skill. The person she’d bbrought /bwith her bwas /bno slouch either.

Just as Winifred was about to break through the perimeter, Fay appeared, blocking her path.

“This isn’t a ce you can juste and go as you please.” Fay’s voice was cold.

Fay pulled out a pistol and pressed it to Winifred’s forehead. This woman was too unpredictable to take any chances.

“Die now, or tell me who you

are.” He said.

Winifred’s sharp gaze remained defiant.

Fay was still wondering at herposure, thinking she must have backup, when a sharp sting pierced his arm

He looked down to see a small snaketched onto his flesh before it slithered away into the bushes.

Within seconds, his already pale face turned ghostly white, his lips btaking /bon a dark, bruised color. He was clearly poisoned.

He tried to pull the triggerb, /bbut his body felt weak, his grip on the gun failing.

Winifred seized the opportunity, snatching the gun from his hand and kicking him squarely. She thought he’d be down bfor /bthe bcount/b, but he grabbed her leg bas /bhe fell

They were locked in a fierce struggle, neither able to gain the

upper

hand.

Even poisoned, Fay was a formidable opponent. Winifred knew he had to belong to a major organization.

“You’re asking for it!” Winifred bunched /banother attack, twisting his arm.

With a thud, Fay hit the ground. She quickly pinned him, fishing the photograph from his pocket.

Gazing at the familiar face in the picture, Winifred’s expression turned icy, Who was this man, and why did he have a picture of her

Was he nning to harm Sienna?

“Tell me! Who is the woman in this photo?” Winifred asked.

Seeing his picture was gone, Fay grew frantic, lunging desperately to get it back.

But his head was spinning. The bsnake /bbite on his arm burned, feeling as if the venom was seeping directly into his veins.

“Give that back to me,” Fay growledb, /breaching for her.

Winifred kicked him hard in the stomach.

Fay let out a muffled grunt and fell back to the ground.

Winifred was surprised by his bresolve/b. He had been bitten by Lizzy and was still fighting this bhard/b.

If he was bone /bbof /bSienna’s enemies, he couldn’t be allowed to liveb. /b

“I said, don’t touch my things bFay /bstaggered to his feet and charged again.

10:26 AM c

Winifred sidestepped, narrowly avoiding his tackle.

“I’ll bask /bbyou /bagain. Who is the person in this picture to you?” Winifred repeated.

Fay let out a bitterugh band /bpulled out a dagger, ready to take her down with him. That photo could not fall into anyone else’s hands. He had to kill her, no matter the cost.

“bYou /bare really willing to die for thisb? /bAll I did bwas /bask a question, Winifred said. “The person in this photo must mean everything to

you.

From his reaction, she guessed he wasn’t an enemy of her sister’s after all,

“It’s none of your business. Diel” Fay snarled.

bFay /btightened his grip on the dagger, ready to strike. Winifred’s eyes shed bas /bshe bdodged /bout of the bway/b.

“I’m done ying games with you.” She bsaid /b

With that, Winifred turned to escape, bbut /ba sharp sting pierced her shoulder. She frowned, ncing down to see a small dart embedded

in her armb. /bbShit/bb. /b

2

AD

Comment

Send gift

No Ads

b10.26 /bAM