Crossfire 15

The black-eyed man shouted in Russian, a long string of curses that I didn't understand. Alice responded with a calm and...bored expression. Only she could maintain such a demeanor in the midst of this situation.

"Where is Eirik?" Alice calmly asked, ignoring the black-eyed man's profanity.

"He's with Carleon!" the black-eyed man replied with a heavy Russian accent.

"So Carleon is really here," Alice muttered, her previously calm expression fading into a cold one. "For what?" she continued slowly.

"Not for you," the black-eyed man replied before spitting to the side.

Alice raised her katana towards the man, blood still dripping from the tip.

"If that's the case, then for whom?"

The black-eyed man looked at her with full of hatred, making me shiver a bit. "For him," he replied, pointing at me without looking at me, his gaze still fixed on Alice.

Eh? So he had known about me from the beginning. How pathetic.

"And for Shaw," he added suddenly.

"...so Gregory," Alice's words were inaudibl