Chapter 452 - 452

Chapter 452 - 452

"I- I- didn't think-" she stuttered; "I guess I never saw him as the aggressor here. . ."

"Of course you didn't it," she scoffed; "He's powerful enough to make his presence disappear? Don't you think he could make us disappear without a trace? If anything happened to us, do you think those ignorant rats at Interpol would lift a damn finger?"

She snapped her neck towards Angel- hoping her intense gaze would find her in the dark;

"The city would not blink. . ." the younger one chirped.

"Exactly," Mary growled, turning her gaze to the black iron gates; "Forget it. We're NOT stepping a foot into this death trap. Besides, I'm pretty sure the corpse isn't here."

Angel frowned; "How do you kno–?"

"Because we're obviously dealing with a smart enemy here. I mean, I he's way too clever to hide it here anyway- it would be too obvious. Don't you think one or two cops have been here already? It's the first place they'd look."

Angel looked hurt; "So why did we come here then?"

"I just needed to be sure." she responded with a note of irritation; "Hiding a corpse is no small feat. The smell alone is a dead giveaway, and yet, this necromancer has managed to conceal this from everyone- including you." Mary's tone dropped even lower;

"That alone, makes him extremely dangerous. Do you still want to head in?" This chapter's initial release occurred on the n0vell--Bjjn site.

Angel promptly withdrew her hand- sending it back into the warmth of her sides.

With a deep frown on her face, the older succubus took a long look at the gate. When she finally turned away, and said; "Come on, let's get outta here. . ."

Angel heaved a sigh of relief, and leaped into the air- hurtling after her madam.

A few feet away, with her tufted eyebrows huddled together, Mary slowly lowered her altitude, descending softly on the wings of the howling wind. Angel followed suit. As her feet touched down on the black soil, and she drew a long, deep breath.

"This is not good. This wasn't good at all." She thought aloud; "We've practically searched the entire city. From the skies, and on the ground. Yet, not a single fucking trace of the corpse!"

Shaking her head, her neck cracked slightly.

"You're right madam." Angel spoke; "He's a clever one. I don't think he knows about my ability- and yet, he took careful measures."

"Measures that worked out beautifully!"

"Oh relax!" she howled above the rushing wind- "This is a good thing! The James family are at war! This can only mean one thing for us!"

Angel's brows furrowed for a moment- before a grin washed across her face.

"They will grow weak!!"

"Indeed!!" a screeching bat wheezed past them. Mary didn't even wince; "Let the killer take them out! Only the Kay family will be left standing!!"

As they hurtled towards the southern horizon, the faint glow of dawn began to rise on their right. Under their flapping cloaks, the orange glow lit up their faces- revealing the wide grins. Mary's cheekbones were flushed red. She wanted the city.

The killer would hand it to her on a silver platter.

And she wouldn't even need to lift up a finger!

Just as the rising sun emerged, both women's feet touched down at home. On hurried steps, Mary Kay leaned forward, hoping to dash indoors unseen. But a single thought crossed her mind, and her legs went stiff- freezing up her movements.

Angel eyebrows curved upwards.

"Madam Kay?" she chirped; "Is everything alright?"

In a slow circle, the older succubus whirled around, eyes cackling with wisdom, and lips upturned in deep thought.

"I need you to do something for me," she spilled; "You know officer Tom, that cop with a permanent brooding look- Angel cautiously nodded; "Yes ma'am."

"Good. . .go seek him out at the station. . .tell him I sent you. . .tell him everything we discovered today. . ."

Again, she nodded slowly, watching her madam through cautious eyes;

"What are you waiting for? A send off?" Mary asked sarcastically; "Begone!"

Angel took off in a cloud of dust, hastening on her feet towards the city's center. Of course, she could already see through her mistress's plan! She wanted the cops to do her dirty work for her! Angel's face- pink and shining, swallowed, feeling the morning sun hit her face.

She knew the killer was dangerous. She also knew the killer had it out for the James family. So, clearly, her mistress was expecting the suspect to deal a heavy blow to Lord Reaves.

All Mary Kay had to do was sit back, relax, and let the results come to her.

At least, that was the plan.