POV: Dorian
Not even waiting for Crane to finish his sentence, I just grabbed the closest shelf and yanked it down. Paint cans and metal tools scattered across the cellar floor and the clatter was loud enough to give me a couple of seconds.
Isabelle and I were near the back wall where the old coal was kept behind a rusty iron panel. "Please remove that panel, " I said after she had moved.
Crane was about to come down the stairs but paused when a gunshot suddenly came through the ceiling right above him. It wasn't his - it belonged to someone else. Looking first upward, then at me, the expression on his face changed in some way. "Merritt, " he muttered as I was already crossing the cellar.
Before he could raise his weapon, I struck him low. Together we went up the stairs again and I dro
