"That's enough. You've done more than enough"
The Young Master said as she stepped in between the two assassins. Her hands were slightly raised in a calming gesture as though she was trying to tame a feral beast.
Despite the look of a madman in Conrad's eyes, she didn't flinch nor take a defensive stance.
Her clear blue eyes locked onto his red, and her lips were pressed into a firm line. Geraldine's expression was a mixture of determination and frustration, but mostly, it leaned toward the former.
'The Younger Master? Why here? Why now?'
A shudder ran through Connie's body. The bloodlust sensation still clawed at him, it urged him to keep going and finish the job.
"The fight is over"
However, her firm voice cut through the storm in his mind. Connie shook his head violently, his free hand reached to his face as if to hold himself together. The crimson glow in his eyes began to flicker. He fought back against the sensation threatening to overwhelm him.
