Her younger sister was the only one who had always been soft-spoken, never daring to raise her voice.
Katie Hades narrowed her eyes, the bloodshot in them mirroring the redness in the man's, as she fiercely grabbed the pistol and aimed it at him.
"Today is the day you die!" she declared, quickly stepping forward to the man, the barrel pointing up at his forehead.
Fierce Eagle remained composed, his voice steady, "You can take my life anytime you want, but before you do, I want to know why Philip is still alive!"
"You're really not afraid to die?" Katie Hades pressed the gun harder against the man's forehead, her aura one of murder, her beautiful face cold as ice millennia old.
"Die? Hmph..." Fierce Eagle sneered, taking steps forward to the bed, looking down at Philip Yost, "...this is what I owe him!"
He was not a cold-blooded man; after all, they had been as close as brothers. It was precisely this closeness that had filled him with remorse for ten years.
