Chapter 389 A Scent of Bloodlust
- It was an overpass linking the park to the broad road on the other side. It was a little past eight, and hardly anyone came this way. Yet right now, Timothy Lavette could feel it—there were people up there, at least three—and a sharp, killing intent.
- The kind of murderous aura that makes most folks shiver.
- Even at a distance, that chill cut straight to the bone.