Chapter 22 - Killer With A Losing Memory

“I won’t….” He stopped talking, as a beast was downstairs, waiting for them. It howled, reverberating in the mansion.

“Don’t move, don’t turn.” Thomas said, jumping downstairs, to face the beast.

The beast shapeshifted into a man. He was the picture of an angel. He had wavy black hair, jade eyes, packed with muscles, leather dark pants, a black leather bracelet on his left wrist and a red ruby ring. Rubies marked a leader. It was the ultimate trait in each house. “Thomas.”

“I thought you died two centuries ago.” replied Thomas, having a defensive stance, watching his moves.

“Really? Sorry to disappoint you. By the way, heard you finally got married. Congrats.” The man smirked.

“Thanks.” Thomas scanned him head to toes and back with his gaze.

“Do I look good for a dead person?” interrogated the man, putting the tip of his sword on the floor, leaning on it, scanning Thomas, too.