LUCILLE'S POV
The masked men are back.
I can sniff their scent; it reminded me of the man who had attacked me with a knife.
“I can also smell them,” Lachlan mumbled, looking around.
“Listen carefully, Lucille.” Lachlan began. “ We have to split, you should go in that direction, and I'd go and check the crowd. I will also release Klaus, and watch them fall into my trap.”
“Nice idea. I should go now, the smell is getting stronger, meaning they aren't far away.” I muttered, before running off towards the east side of the venue.
I searched around the nook and cranny, but there was no sign of the masked men.
Sighing deeply, I twitched my lips. No one was here.
“We meet again, Lucille.” A cold voice whispered from behind, and I gradually turned around to see him.
It was the man w
