"You don't understand anything. Do you know how much trouble killing Adalind means?" Once he was dressed, Renard spoke with a little more confidence, though that might also have been because he had noticed Nick had no intention of killing him for now.
Nick had been watching his expression. Seeing that he showed not a moment's grief over his lover's death, and that his words were entirely about weighing interests, Nick sneered inwardly.
"What, is there a Hexenbiest in this world a Grimm can't kill?"
The chilly tone clearly left Renard badly choked up. He walked around the corpse on the floor, sat on the sofa opposite Nick, picked up the whiskey on the table, and took several swigs straight from the bottle.
Killing Adalind was also a promise Nick had made to the Queen Bee. The two sides had already been locked in a fight to the death. During the paper mill bankruptcy case, several Bee Wesen had lost their lives in various "accidents."
The Queen Bee was willing to take her people out of Portland, or even out of the country. Her only condition was that the Hexenbiest had to die.
"So your father is a member of the House of Habsburg, and your mother is a Hexenbiest. Tsk, tsk. A half-blood prince who gets little attention and is even shunned by his family. Is that why you've been trying to get on my good side all this time?"
Nick put the Predator mask in his hand into his Pocket Dimension. Everything about this gear was good. The only thing he found somewhat hard to accept was its appearance. The dreadlock-like tendrils attached to the mask really looked a little too villainous.
As for the lack of a shoulder cannon or other ranged firepower, he did not particularly