Flynn tried to defend himself for the last time. He ran forward and tried to lunge at him. His hands stretched toward him with his claws wide as a sharp blade, and Sebastian was prepared for the attack.
He wasn't afraid. Not one bit.
Why would you be afraid of a man on the verge of death?
He curved his lips into an evil smile, and the blade in his hand was raised, plunged into Flynn's chest, and Flynn choked on his blood.
Sebastian could feel the warmth of the blood on his hands, and he was used to the sensation. Death wasn't new to him, and he savored the process. He watched Flynn's eyes that slowly turned dull.
Sebastian whispered to himself, This is for my brother and Atlas. Bastard.
Sebastian plunged the blade further into the skin and twisted the blade savagely and coldly. Flynn's clawed hand wrapped around his wrist as he tried to absorb the unimaginable pain.
