C89 The Healer

Victor POV

“You are too Late!”

He grinned with a mouthful of blood before spitting it at my feet.

“For what?” I growled as I grabbed him by the neck and squeezed. He gurgled and tried to gasp, but he only drooled. “Tell me!” I roared again. He twisted his head to look at me. His eyes were cloudy and bloodshot. His body was going limp. He was dying.

“Liam!” I gave him a shake