Marcel's pov
As we entered, the hallway echoed with the shuffle of footsteps. A few servants who had witnessed the scene downstairs watched us with weary eyes, even as they went about their business.
I disliked our slow movement, but Christina could not go any faster. The guards were short of dragging her now, and I didn't want that to happen, so I let us walk at her pace. Her sisters were trailing behind us, the guards flanking them with their hands hovering over their weapons.
It was good that they were wary and ready for any attack. Becca's fiery glare and Melissa's defiance were unmistakable, but they were smart enough not to act. I wasn't fooled into thinking they would not try something later, though.
We reached the point where the hallway branched into three, and I stopped, turn
