Fort’s POVThe mansion smelled like smoke and gunpowder.It clung to the air thickly, burning the back of my throat with every breath.Broken glass crunched beneath my boots as I stepped across the marble floor, gun raised, eyes scanning every corner of the entrance hall. The chandeliers above us still swayed slightly from the earlier explosions, casting fractured shadows across the walls.Bodies lay scattered near the blown-out doors.My guards moved carefully through the room, checking the fallen attackers and kicking weapons away from their hands.Outside, the sound of engines roared as the remaining vehicles peeled away from the estate.They were retreating.Cowards.Or maybe they had simply realized they weren’t winning.Either way, the fight was nearly over.I exhaled slowly, lowering my gun just a fraction.Across the hall Dimitri leaned against one of the pillars, his rifle still in his hands. His shirt was dark with blood where the stitches on his side had reopened during the
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