Chapter 10 - Evelyn Encounters An Unexpected Threat Upstairs Now
Evelyn wiped her blade clean on the fallen mercenary’s jacket, turning to face Grace with an expression of profound pride.
“You handled that like a seasoned veteran, Grace,” Evelyn praised quietly, checking the girl’s pulse rate and breathing.
“You taught me well,” Grace replied, her face flushed with exertion but her hands completely steady on her baton.
“We can’t stay down here,” Evelyn said, scanning the open utility chute above them. “More will follow once they realize radio silence.”
“Let’s go find my dad,” Grace insisted, stepping over the unconscious mercenary without a trace of hesitation.
Evelyn led the way up the cellar stairs, pushing open the heavy wooden door with extreme caution and silence.
The kitchen was empty, bathed in the eerie orange glow of the burning motor court vehicles visible through the windows.
As they stepped out onto the marble hallway leading toward the foyer, a shadow detached itself from the pantry doorway.
Evelyn raised her knife instantly, but stopped dead in her tracks as the silhouette stepped into the flickering firelight.
It wasn't one of Vincent’s mercenaries.
It was a woman in an elegant silk evening gown holding a suppressed Walther pistol aimed directly at Evelyn’s chest.
“Put the knife down, Evelyn, or the blind girl loses what little family she has left,” a cold voice commanded.
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Evelyn’s eyes widened in sheer disbelief as she recognized the woman standing before them in the smoke-filled hallway.
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