Chapter 68: Daisy Farrell: What Do You Deserve?

"Sigh. I really didn't want to kill you. But since I don't want to leave you rotting out here, I'll go all the way and take care of everything." Stefan Zimmerman exhaled, tapped his finger, and conjured small tongues of flame. Fwoosh. In just a few pounding heartbeats, Brayden, Sterling Halenkamp, and Haitang's men were reduced to ash-bodies and severed heads alike. He wasn't some bloodthirsty murderer, and killing wasn't something he enjoyed. But if someone came for his life, he wasn't about to...