Ed glanced behind him, and Davide noticed.
But he just smirked disdainfully.
He had seen such petty tricks too often on his prey.
At first, he would be fooled.
But now?
Absolutely not.
However, that didn't stop him from continuing to toy with his prey.
Swirling his wine glass, Davide lowered his head, looked at the receptionist, and spoke in a slowed voice,
"Someone just broke in."
"It's not the first time."
"And every time, the outcome is the same..."
"I end up with some new collectibles."
"Very unique collectibles."
As Davide spoke, he sipped his red wine lightly and then eagerly watched the receptionist, hoping to see fear in her eyes, on her face.
He relished such fear.
Especially when he was carefully, bit by bit, slicing open those soft bodies, the sense of terror in the other person excited him, delighted him, and made him shiver all over.
However, he had been recently warned by his father.
He could no longer hunt recklessly.
