My mind reeled on the thought of what that package might be; what it contained. It had been more than weeks since Grace lost the package; a few less since Thomas left. God knows what had happened to the ‘goods’ she was supposed to deliver. Maybe Pandora is letting it rot in the dungeons, or maybe she had opened it to see the contents for herself.
Judging from the severity and readiness of these men, it must’ve been some pretty important package, and the loss of it must’ve hurt someone big in their hierarchy.
Seth and I speed-walked up the stairs as silent as ghosts.
He saw the men guarding the entrance to my room before I did, and so he took quick action. Many of them were piling out of the room; having no doubt heard the gunshot. Because we were moving faster, they seemed to be sluggis
