Cecelia’s POV
Richard opened his mouth to give me the name of the traitor, but a dull pop sound cut through the air, and a small hole appeared right in the center of the window glass before his head snapped back violently.
I watched in absolute shock as he slumped forward onto the low table, a dark pool of blood instantly spreading across the polished wood, and his eyes stayed wide open, staring blankly at the floor without ever getting to utter the name.
Panic hit me like a physical wave, so I dropped the gun back into my coat pocket and scrambled toward the locked door, unlocking it with trembling fingers while the sound of shouting and screaming began to erupt out in the main auction hall.
People were running in every direction when I burst back into the corridor, and the guards wer
