Kenzi's eyes popped wide open as she took in the, ahem, murder scene in front of her. Mr. Douchefae of the year (kudos to him, it must've been hard to rack up that title considering Hale was in the running) was lying first face in the gravel, correction, he was lying fucking dead face first in the gravel and Triggerhappy was leaning against the wall like he hadn't just fucking shot someone.
"hey um, I don't want to sound ungrateful or anything since you just completely saved my ass and everything but would you mind telling me who you are… or rather, what you are?" Kenzi spoke, after five minutes of full out gawking at the corpse. The man stepped closer, and it was obvious he wasn't human either (seriously how many fae stalkers can a girl take in one night?). He was dressed in a three piece, pin striped suit and even though he looked no more than twenty, he had this quality about him that made him seem so much older.
His brown eyes had a shiny quality that gleamed like a cats when the light hit him right and his teeth were too sharp. Now that she stopped to think of it, his whole face looked rather off. It was like he was an artist's drawing come to life, not meant to be off of paper or in full detail.
"Child it does not matter. I have business to attend to in a different part of town, and I don't like to think someone with a soul that burns as brightly as yours is to be taken from this world," He said, his voice was deep and smooth but it didn't sound like the words were coming from his mouth. More like they were coming from everywhere and if Kenzi hadn't been looking at him, she wouldn't know it was him speaking.
"My soul? You sure know how to charm a girl," Kenzi said back, sarcasm leaking into her voice. He removed a pocketwatch from the pocket of his vest.
"Yes, your soul," He smiled kindly, but Kenzi got the feeling he thought she was being serious, not sassy. "I specialize in dealing with them. Now I would love to stay and chat, but I must be going. You wouldn't happen to know of a lad called Thornwood by any chance would you? From your lack of shock I assume you're no stranger to the, erm, stranger aspects of life. Any tidbits of information are time saving, as time is certainly not in his favor now,"
Kenzi just stared at him blankly trying to process everything he just said. Thornwood sounded familiar. Thornwood, Thornwood, oh! Of course it did. It was Dyson's last name.