“What? Kyle invited you to a party?” Taylor asks with some worry.

“Yeah, you should come on by today. It will be fun.” Sylvie says with that sweet, sweet voice.

“Ugh…” Taylor responds with some hesitation. He had a few other things to do today. But fuck it, Taylor thought. “Yeah, I'll come.” He confirms.

…

…

“Hey, Sylvie, thanks for coming.” Kyle says before leaning in to hug Sylvie.

What a fucking gentleman, Taylor thinks with some frustration.

“Hey, Kyle. My bro. What's happening. I want a hug too.” Taylor says before forcing a hug onto Kyle and pushing him away from Sylvie.

Taylor leans in and lets out his dragon shout like he's been practicing. That incomprehensible whisper left his mouth and into Kyle's ears.

Kyle's eyes open wide and flash red for a moment. “Is that a threat?” He asks with a mean smile.

“It is. But don't get your panties in a bunch.” Taylor says before grabbing Kyle's balls. “It's a party. Let's have some fun.” Taylor says with a smile before patting Kyle's shoulder. “Come on, Sylvie. Let's grab some drinks.” Taylor says before moving past Kyle towards the kitchen.

“See ya, Kyle.” Sylvie says with that sweet, sweet voice, before following Taylor.

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…

Fuck, I'm pretty juiced. Where'd Sylvie go? Taylor asks himself before looking around. He's been having random conversations with people all night and he got separated from Sylvie somewhere along the way.

Nope, not in the backyard. Maybe the front? Taylor asks himself before going to look.

At the front yard, Taylor looked around. Down the street next to some cars he could see a dude talking to someone.

Sylvie? Taylor asks himself before letting some his cultivation energy flow into his mind and clear the clutter.

Fuck, it's Sylvie and Kyle. Kyle, you smooth motherfucker. You somehow got my girl alone. Taylor thinks with some panic. He hurriedly takes out the stone from his pocket. Make a move, I dare you. It will be your last, my brother. Taylor thinks. Fuck, I have to calm down. Why the fuck am I feeling so possessive anyway? Sylvie’s her own woman. She can make her own decisions. It's not like I own her. Taylor thinks as his mind drifts away from the situation.

His eye catches some movement and he looks to see Kyle leaning in.

Fuck, fuck. Taylor thinks as he raises his hand. Don't do it man. Don't do it. There's no way she's worth it. I'm telling you, there's no way she's worth it. Taylor thinks but his hand continues to move. Fuck, fuck. Please miss. Please, for the love of god, miss. Taylor thinks as his cultivation energy flows and his hand throws the stone in one smooth motion.

It all happened in a moment, and the stone seemed to be a comet launching from Taylor's hand as it moves through the air like a beam of light and pierces into Kyle's skull, causing it to explode.

Taylor looked at the situation with a blank stare. What the fuck just happened? Did I just kill someone? Taylor thinks, unable to process the situation. Yup, I just straight killed someone. Taylor thinks, low-key panicking under a façade of calm.

He turns around a few times as his arms and legs twitch and step in a weird rhythm just to get rid of some tension. He looks back and sees Sylvie looking back at him.

Come to think of it, why isn't she screaming? Taylor asks himself.

“You really did it this time, Taylor!” She calls back from her position. “Get over here so we can move the body to your car!” Sylvie continues to call out.

Taylor gives her a blank look. Although he just murdered someone, he was more curious about why Sylvie was so unfazed by it. But she was not wrong. He had to move that body.