Having delivered his dagger cleanly into the man's neck, Christian felt the warm blood splatter onto his face due to their close proximity. But even as it dripped down, he remained still, remembering-
How the man before him never once begged for mercy.
Never once sought compromise.
And even in his final moments, he had tried to take Christian's life.
With that thought, Christian didn't waver. He made sure the twitching body took its last breath before finally slumping back into his seat, exhaling a deep sigh… his gaze heavy and gloomy, his eyes dark with exhaustion.
He wanted to rest.
To at least treat his wounds, even if just the bare minimum. He needed to check; was it just bruises all over his body? Or was there a broken bone from those grazing hits? But… he knew he couldn't afford to.
The car had already come to a stop at the side of the road.
