Arielle’s POV
Alora was smiling like the bodies behind her meant nothing. Blood spread slowly beneath the two guards lying motionless across the hallway floor while the lights above us were flickering faintly. One of the men was still stretching his hand towards his weapon like he never even got the chance to use it.
My chest tightened painfully as Leo raised his gun in front of me.
“How the hell did you get in here?” he demanded.
“You people keep asking that question like Viktor’s house isn’t already rotting from the inside.” Alora said, tilting her head slightly.
When I remembered what Viktor told me about how the traitor is helping her, my stomach twisted. The estate was already under attack as gunfire was already echoing somewhere downstairs again followed by distant shouting.
