Chapter 446

Miles Ackerley's face twisted in anger, his typically handsome features contorted with rage. The needle was just about to break his skin. Justin Fisher watched coldly, a twisted smile playing on his face like he was enjoying the show. Sympathy? Pity? Nah, none of that existed in his world. People like them lived on the edge. Compassion got you killed. Just as the needle was about to pierce Miles’ skin, he shut his eyes in hopelessness. Then suddenly—swish! A sharp, rushing sound tore through the air. The man beside him let out a scream of pain, the needle hitting the floor with a clatter. A slim dagger was stuck cleanly in his wrist. Miles’s eyes flew open. “Who?” There was another sickening *thunk* of blade meeting flesh. Justin roared, “Who the hell is it?!” He whipped out his gun and pressed it against Miles’s temple, clearly ready to use him as a human shield. From the shadows came a sweet, teasing laugh. It sounded charming—too charming. In this eerie setting, though, it was just