Charlotte
A scream whipped through the house and it was followed by another one. The voices were familiar—they probably belonged to the servants that had been working here. Worry gnawed me as I hid behind Rebecca.
“Who do you think is here?” I asked her with fear lingering in my silent tone. If it wasn’t Marcus then who was here? An intruder?
“Stay here,” Rebecca warned before stepping out of the room. Silence spread across the mansion and she tip-toed downstairs. Going against her warning, I followed behind her but kept a distance so whoever was down there couldn’t harm me.
A man stepped out from the shadow, blood was smeared around his lips and his face was covered in a hidden shade of black. He smiled at Rebecca and then said, “Hello, Rebecca.”
“Viktor,” she gasped out. His eye
