I left the pile of broken mercenaries bleeding on the street and kept walking.
I didn’t even look back.
My knuckles were bruised. My jacket torn. My patience? Almost non-existent.
I knew exactly where I needed to go.
The Everhart estate.
Victor’s lair.
It didn’t take long.
The Everhart mansion rose like a beast out of the ground, all iron gates and looming shadows, perched behind manicured gardens too perfect to be natural.
I expected resistance.
Expected a challenge.
Instead—
The guards standing at the massive front door barely blinked when they saw me coming.
No hands reaching for weapons.
No orders to stop.
No raised voices.
They just exchanged a small glance, pulled the heavy door open, and stepped aside, like they were welcoming an old friend back into hell.
I walked i
