Solis's stepmother was laughing psychotically. "Let's see how Solis lives in peace now that I've taken away his beloved fiancé!" she cackled.
"It is a little too early for you to celebrate," a mild voice said.
Noir stood unharmed, with a fish in his gloved hands. This was the second fish…the unfortunate one which had taken the poison in the celery. The fish was dead now.
Noir had moved so fast that hardly anyone had caught his movements. He'd picked up the fish and caught the button with it. The button had gone into the fish's open mouth…and it died immediately. Even it's silvery scales were turning a violent purple now. Noir had stuffed his handkerchief into the dead fish's mouth as well.
Noir put down the fish on a plate and shed his gloves on the same plate.
Solis walked up to Noir but stopped three feet away when Noir held out a hand.
