Like a ghostly shadow Desmond silently took the guard who slashed his throat preventing it from falling to the ground, even then the blood was still being pumped from the gaping wound in his throat propelled by the man´s last remaining heartbeats.
And that was when Xiauyue saw it, an almost insensitive coldness shining in her partner's blue eyes, the calm and simplicity with which Desmond extinguished a human life disturbed her.
Death was common in this world and she would not be so hypocritical as to say that she had never taken someone's life but there was still a fundamental difference between killing or dying in a duel against a powerful adversary and simply cutting the throat of a stranger and then watch him slowly bleed out.
