CHAPTER TWENTY NINE

It’s the voices that guide me.

I walk slowly, building a strategy in my head.

I can’t afford to be scared. Not when it’s Jesse’s life on the line.

I come to an abrupt halt when the voices get louder.

“… has to be a way!”

Annabelle sounds furious, and I inch closer until I find a large, protruding stone to hide behind. Looking around the corner, I see the dark-clothed men holding a badly injured Jesse down against the floor, right in front of a familiar looking vault.

It’s the one that I saw with Jesse and Quill.

This is what they want to open?

What’s even inside that’s so precious that they’re willing to spill blood over it?

“Just slit his throat!” Annabelle scowls. “We don’t have time for this!”

Regan approaches Jesse, his hands curled into a claw, and I see Jesse’s eyes shift back into that black color.

I’m out of time. Either I do something now, or watch Jesse get killed in front of my eyes.

But it’s not exactly like I have any weapons.

Heart pounding, I decide to wi