The reaction, to Byron, had been priceless. Such innocent people, especially those that heal quickly, not expecting the pain of knife through the shoulder. Byron would rather cut someone open, like the Ripper spirit who had taken them both over previously. But even as he had accepted the actions of the spirit without knowing it, Byron had always thought of the murderer as pathetic. Ripper's kills had obvious feeling in them.
A pained, short groan escaped his lips again with the second tug of his hair. Byron moved where Kit tugged and gave as much as he received. Fingers curling around the blade once more, he yanked it out of Kit's shoulder blade and let it slice down the skin. Byron wrestled back to release his lips and attacked the flowing blood with his tongue instead, moaning as he licked up the spill.