Tristan's throat tightened, forcing him to swallow hard, while a bead of sweat formed on his forehead and traced a path down his chiseled jawline.
Once more, Tristan heard Vulture emit a groan before the words spilled from his lips. "I'll entrust that bastard to your care."
After that, all Tristan could hear was the sound of labored breathing and a thud against the door, followed by the slow slide of something along its surface. An intense scent of blood filled the confined space of the basement, saturating the air with its ominousness. His tense jaw loosened slightly, his entire focus now fixed on the assassin standing before him.
Tristan cleared his mind of all distractions, allowing instinct to guide his actions. An aura of bloodlust emanated from him, enveloping his body, while the calculated glint in his eyes transformed into that of a predator hunting its prey.
