“Bastard,” Izaac growled.

Gallo started to laugh like crazy, running a hand over his gray, almost white hair. Those same red eyes glistened with hunger and lividness, the look of a killer.

“Izaac Lucas,” His tongue licked his lower lip, playfully.

Izaac pushed me backwards, his head fixed on the man in front of us. I took a few steps back until I hit something hard, a tree bark. My fingers were shaking as I looked down to get my dagger on my thigh.

“What do you want?” Izaac’s voice thundered, wrath laced on every words he spat.

Gallo paced towards Izaac and tapped him on the shoulder, “Let’s stop...