Louis's POV
I couldn't stop watching her; her people could have turned on us, and I wouldn't have noticed until the very last second.
She snorted, rolling her sharp grey eyes and avoiding my burning gaze.
"Three million is my budget," she replied, throwing the axe in the air and catching it. There's something abnormal about her. I've struggled to keep it in my hands for more than five minutes. She's twirling it around like a baton, "I'm going to bash so many heads with this," she whispered, causing me to narrow my eyes and take a step away from her while I calculated how true that was, "Don't worry, I only kill the dead."
I stared at her as I thought about it. Is she an escaped mental patient? The imprisoned for mass murder kind. It's more likely that she's like my little brother and too rich to think straight, but the way she walked in here and did everything while all the men stood back was alarming.
