Or has he already forgotten, otherwise, why would he find her familiar!?
Katie Hades snorted, her eyes colder and more murderous. She reached out with her left hand and suddenly grasped the man's neck, her slender nails digging into his flesh. A red mark instantly appeared on the man's neck, revealing the woman's ruthless grip and strength.
Yet Fierce Eagle did not utter a sound, his eyes coldly fixed on the woman's face, trying to glimpse the truth from her eyes.
"Yes, I want you dead!" Katie Hades kept her foot on his chest, her right hand holding a dagger, its sharp tip aimed at the man's resolute chin, then moving it up and down, "Tell me, where should I cut? Your face? Heh, such a handsome face, it would be a pity to ruin... your neck?"
The dagger tip moved downward, touching the man's neck. She positioned it over his artery and sneered coldly again, "No, that won't do either. I hate blood splattering everywhere... Perhaps I should go straight for the heart!?"
