With the dagger in her left hand held steadily against his throat, Angel reached to his waist with her right and took away the sheathed dagger.
Her invisibility did not fade because of these actions. In Angel's vision, the hostage appeared to be standing there blankly on his own, both hands raised, his head involuntarily tilted back to avoid the cold touch of an unseen dagger.
"Who are you? Why were you following me?"
Seeing him obediently comply, Angel asked softly.
The man swallowed, but the movement of his Adam's apple caused the dagger at his throat to cut him. A dark red streak spread from his neck beneath his shirt, staining it crimson.
"I—I only wanted to ask about the Potion's price. I meant no harm, really!"
The Potion's price? The Witch Potion?
That was clearly a lie. If he had only wanted to ask the price, he could have done so at Mr. A's Beyonder gathering. If he found it too expensive, he simply did not need to buy it. There was no need to follow her.
Angel shook the dagger, widening the wound on his Adam's apple, and continued pressing him. "How did you know I was the seller?"
"Because I'd been watching everyone at the gathering. After you handed over the note..."
The man's voice grew quieter and quieter. Just as Angel leaned closer, a sudden warning rose in her heart, and she slashed the dagger at his neck without hesitation.
Bang—
A tremendous force knocked Angel's hand aside. She immediately steadied herself, holding her own dagger in her left hand and gripping the dagger seized from the man in reverse in her right, stabbing them both toward his back.
The sharp daggers merely cut through his windbreaker. After breaking free of her restraint, the man's