Dominick
I crouched in front of him, while Aria remained standing playing the knife in her hand. The man in his thirties, wearing an old sweater and bloody jeans, looked uncomfortable. He thought we were going to help him, and his eyes wavered when he realized we weren’t.
I glanced at the red fluid he bled on the floor, making a trail from where he had been. I realized it was not only the left calf that was hurt but also the right one, thus his crawling on the floor.
I wondered why he was in the kitchen though when it was dark a little while ago. Or maybe, they already noticed us coming because of my ball of light that floated while on our way here. Maybe they already anticipated us coming. And yet,
