LUCILLE'S POV
I stared at the burnt body of Elder Shaun with fear and rage burning my eyes. I could have saved him, I told myself multiple times, but I failed.
It all happened after the clock struck midnight, I hid, waiting for them, I glanced around the mansion in alertness; his warriors were sitting at a corner, jeering as they chugged down rums and liquors, they were oblivious to what was about to befall them.
I checked my wristwatch again, it was past twelve and there was no one in sight. One of my warriors hissed in frustration, and I shot him a knowing glare.
“You have to stay quiet.” I chided, and he bent his head apologetically.
Then suddenly, I heard footsteps, they were approaching in our direction, and I quickly hid behind a tree, watching intensely to know who was comin
