The murder in Aphrodite's eyes was intensifying. At the same time, a dagger slid down her sleeve.Bloodstalker. That was the name of Aphrodite's trusty dagger. It was a stone-cold killer. Once someone was stabbed, they would be drained of their blood in less than sixty seconds.'Kill her. Kill her!' Aphrodite slowly closed in on Queenie, but before she could strike, the doorbell rang, and the door swung open.An unkempt, grimy beggar came in. "Please, may I have some food?" The beggar looked no older than eight. He was barefoot, and holding a bowl, he started begging for some food. There was some money in his bowl.The staff members looked disgusted. "Get out, get out!" a portly retail assistant screeched. "You can't come in here. You'll ruin our business!"Scared, the young beggar shrank, but he said, "Please, I just need some food.""No food for you! Get out, or I'll make you!" The portly retail assistant raised her hand, and the beggar ran away."A moment," Queenie blurted.
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