Being called the Bloodweaver still had a strange effect on Kai. It made him grin for half a second before that familiar itch crept in - the sharp, crawling hunger that stirred under his skin whenever bloodshed was near.
His pupils dilated slightly, pulse steadying into that deadly rhythm he knew too well. 'There it is… that feeling again.'
"Do I need to hold back on these guys?" he asked aloud, voice low and almost casual. But Nadya could tell by the tension in his stance that the question wasn't really for her - it was for that darkness inside him.
Nadya's grin spread, sharp and unrestrained. "You can do as you please. Someone like him - trafficking women and kids? Scum like that don't deserve mercy. Neither do the people who work for him. Do as you please."
