Upon arriving at Margaret's home, Howard's hand became daringly playful.
Slipping beneath her clothing, it roamed over her smooth back.
The succession of battles, coupled with the shocking nature of Bloodfiend Larva's death, kindled a fire deep within Howard.
He'd suppressed it for the sake of their act, but now at home, he could no longer hold back.
Margaret gently slapped Howard's arm, murmuring, "Why the rush? First, tell me what exactly happened."
Howard's turbulent emotions weren't easily quelled.
His left hand wandered, encircling Margaret's slender waist.
He said, "Clearly, Sterling was sent by that old man Jay to kill me, but he ended up being killed by me instead!"
"My God, how is that possible?" Margaret gasped, covering her mouth in astonishment. "Sterling was so advanced in his skills. How could you possibly have turned the tables on him?"
