kira blackthorn
Four Thousand Club
Freezing in his playing Kato growled low backing up toward Remy as the smell of death reached his nose. Hearing him growl and guessing the reason as she heard one of the men shout she hurriedly felt out his leash and griped it tight In one hand as the other held her bat tightly. Standing she reached out with her hearing as the sounds of shuffling and moaning reached her ears. How could she have missed this? Stupid, stupid, stupid. I have allowed myself to relax. Looking toward the direction of the voice she asked loudly. "What are you going to do with a knife up there?"