utside a rusting, dilapidated auto factory

She screwed the black suppressor onto the barrel with practiced,

open. The smell of old motor oil

empty warehouse, a single yell

aight, his eyes cold and calculating. Seraphina's face was stained with tears, but she

eks. He was a heavy man with cheap tattoos covering his f

dy. Coming alone,

She looked at him like he was

from his pocket and flicked it open. He

apping a tablet on the barrel next to him. "Se

king smile touched her lips. "Do

e fro

in the empty room. "Does your daughter, Brigette, know you're doing thi

d around in panic. He didn't expect thi

h!" he roared. He pressed the knife closer

rew the

f

d gunshot was

rough Bobbie's right wrist.

witchblade clattered to the concrete. He fell

red hand away and slammed the sharp heel of her stiletto down ont

in agony, thrash

ock directly between his eyes. "Do you

f his chair. He subtly shuffled his feet, using the sharp edge to saw relentlessly at the worn rope bi

in terror. "Please! I was just

der into his bone. "Who h

ate to find leverage, he screamed th

ped to a desperate, raspy whisper that only she could hear. "I know the

hoed off the

lated violently. Her finge