"Who the fuck are you?"
A man sitting on the first step had spotted the pair and Lucas cursed under his breath. He rose up from the steps with a bottle in his hand breaking it against the wall to make it a weapon.
Red sniffed in his direction and growled. The fur on his back stood up as he crouched ever so slightly. It was the first time Lucas had seen him act in such a way.
"Did you hurt Eva?"
His hand slipped under his cloak and he pulled out several throwing knives. Red growled louder in response to Lucas' question.
"Oh, have you come for that little wench downstairs? I had some fun with her earlier. Ha ha."
The man lazily threw the broken bottle in Lucas' direction and reached for a shortsword at his waist. Lucas dodged it without effort.
Despite his cold expression, Lucas was seething on the inside. He wanted to separate this man's head from his body or possibly torture him for hours, but he had important information.
