*Leo*
I slammed my hand against Bianca’s chest as she went forward to move around the corner, following my previous all-clear. I could hear the wind being knocked out of her chest and I sent her a guilty look. I hadn’t meant to use so much force, but I didn’t dare whisper an apology when the enemy was so close.
As a dark brutish figure strolled into the house with a smug grin, I knew exactly who it was. The man behind all this and the one who’d been toying with us since the beginning.
Elijah.
He had a gun in his hand, his posture completely relaxed as he stepped over the broken glass of the front door, a triumphant look on his face like he’d already won.
Michael was nowhere to be seen, and I knew he wouldn't be here. They were smart enough to keep one of them out of harm's way so if something went wrong, they would be able to continue on. I grit my teeth.
