Chapter 41
The metallic click echoed through the mansion.
Evelyn froze.
Every muscle in her body locked.
Her pulse hammered violently against her ribs.
The gun was close.
Too close.
One wrong move and everything could end.
Interesting.
Very interesting.
Because after weeks of investigations, betrayals, kidnappings, and revelations, the thing that terrified Evelyn most wasn't the weapon.
It was the voice she'd heard moments earlier.
Her father's voice.
Alive.
Real.
Near.
The Original Hunter remained seated in the armchair.
Calm.
Unbothered.
As though none of this was unusual.
As though armed standoffs were everyday occurrences.
His silver-streaked hair caught the light from the lone lamp.
Scars lined one side of his face.
Old scars.
The kind earned through years of v
