In the shift of a second, Valentine was before Lucy, his elongated nail almost slitting her neck, but his momentum was stopped by Olive, who'd appeared before him in the blink of an eye.
"Valentine, you can't kill her! Stop!" He gripped Valentine's wrists and attempted to push him back, but Valentine was unwilling.
"Take your hands off me, Olive! She fucking deserves to die!" He glared at Olive, snatching his wrists from him.
But Olive gripped him, holding him back. He glanced at Lucy. "If you know what's best for you, get up from there and fuck the hell off!"
Of course, Lucy recalls him. She'd seen him when he and Loui had visited.
"You!" She balled her hands into a tight fist. "Of course, you are one of them." She was confused, wondering how they had not smelled him out. He had a human scent and held no trace of these evil creatures.
