"!" Amanda Smith shuddered, looking at the woman in front of her in disbelief, "What did you say?"
Seeing her surprise, Lyric Willow licked her lips with a smug expression, "In our line of work, just by getting a whiff of someone else, you can tell if they're one of us."
Amanda Smith lightly pinched her fingers together, "Who's 'one of us' with you?"
Lyric Willow felt annoyed by her response, considering that many people wanted to be associated with her and she didn't even care for them. And this person was actually repulsed?
She sat back with her legs crossed in the chair and said with an air of nonchalance, "You've killed someone, I've killed someone; we're both murderers. How are we not the same kind?"
"I killed someone, but it was just, it was just..." Amanda Smith's words brought her back to that night five years ago. Her face turned pale with a hint of panic, and as she tightly clutched her fingers, she was shaking so much that she couldn't speak.
