The man writhed until he lost consciousness. Once the blade was removed from his chest, blood gushed out from the deep wound, propelled by the rapid beating of his heart, which lasted only a few seconds before ceasing forever. Dorian moved away. Expressionless, Lily wiped off a few drops of the tainted blood that had splattered on her nose. She stood up, still clutching the weapon in her hand, and turned to her accomplice.