Lucian
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I stood there in the dark, listening. The sound of Mara’s door locking echoed faintly down the hall. I waited, motionless. One breath. Then another. When I was sure she wouldn’t come out again, I turned and walked toward the back entrance of the mansion. The air outside was cooler, still dark from the power outage. My men stood waiting under the moonlight, their shadows stretched long across the garden stones.
Two men knelt before them, bloodied and silent. One of them lifted his head, just barely. And when I saw who it was, I smiled.
"Well well. Alex. The gardener."
“Sir, I could blow their heads right off right now,” Kane, my right-hand man, said from behind him and hit his head with his gun. His voice was steady, but there was heat in it. He hated delays when it came to
