Chapter Thirteen
The doors of the museum flew open and dozens of masked people flooded in and crouched down beside their fallen masters, wailing over Dominus’s wound. Others threw themselves at Drinn with weapons drawn. Drinn held up a hand and they all froze in place.
“Sorry all, under new management. Now, first things first,” Drinn said. Heres and Vinco were panicking, still feeling around blindly to get away from Drinn. With a flick of her hand, Drinn commanded the two minions with weapons to take hold of them, then grasped them by the hair and pulled their heads back before slitting their throats. Drinn sent the minions dragging their bodies out of the museum. The rest stood up straight and stiff, like tin soldiers, and turned as one to face Otsoa and me.
“Go!” Otsoa urged me, grabb
