(Author's POV)
"Halo Wareham, I did what you and that Vampire Elder asked of me," Nerissa said, looking straight in his ink-black eyes. Meanwhile, his men took off Chris's clothes layer by layer, quite unceremoniously.
"Don't you worry. Once we are done with this~ … you will be duly rewarded," Halo said, an inexplicable glint flashed across his eyes as he fondled her head, then glanced at Chris's body, who was now lying stark naked, humiliatingly, in the pool of his own blood, his face colourless, his body seemingly lifeless.
"Leave the clothes here and take him out," Halo ordered, as he turned around. He had just taken two steps when Nerissa said, "I will do it. I will be the one deep-sixing him."
Halo gave her a sideways glance and said, his tone full of suspicion, "Why? Why would you say that?"
"I want to make sure he is finished~ … completely," she said, her tone filled with malice. "He had to pay for his master's~ … that Jacob Larson's~ …. sins."
