The mansion was oddly quiet after the chaos of the m******e. Too quiet for a house filled with killers. I had washed the blood off me but it clung to me anyway - like a ghost I couldn’t scrub off. Every time I blinked, I saw their faces, the look of terror on them before I took their lives. Every time I exhaled, I swore I smelled iron and smoke.
After I cleaned up. I went on looking for Angelo and like I predicted, he was in his study.
He looked up at me immediately like I he’d been anticipating my presence.
“Come.” He commanded, rising up from his feet.
Just one word. No hand offered, no explanation. He turned and walked, knowing I’d follow.
He led me into the weapons room. Rows of guns lined the walls, and on the table, knives caught the dim light. My pulse spiked.
“Do you know wh
