(Evelina's POV—Vinter Corporation, Private Port—Afternoon)
Theo Vinter wiped blood off his cheek with a pristine white handkerchief… Except it wasn't pristine anymore. It looked like modern art. Violent modern art.
He gave me a gentleman's smile. A literal corpse slid behind him like a bowling ball.
"It was a little messy," he said pleasantly, tucking the blood-soaked handkerchief into his suit pocket. "I hope you don't mind."
THUD!!!!
Another man flew across the port and landed face-first into a container.
I smiled back professionally. A businesswoman in a green dress standing in a murder zone.
"Yes," I said sweetly. "I absolutely don't mind. I was only here to check the products."
Theo's grin widened—deadly, amused. He gestured down a path… a path made entirely of unconscious (possibly dead) bodies.
"This way, please."
… This man really laid out a corpse carpet for me.
Rowan stepped closer behind me like a silent shadow ready to commit twelve homicides.
