CHAPTER 6: THE THIRD PLAYERThe voice from the laundry chute didn't belong to Silas.It was deeper, rougher, laced with an accent Elara couldn't immediately place. Lorenzo's head snapped toward the sound, his pistol already rising, but in the pitch dark of the dead cellar lights, there was nothing to aim at."Who's there?" Caspian barked, his tactical light sweeping wildly, the beam catching only dust and the frightened whites of Milo's eyes."On your knees, all of you," the voice said. "Hands where I can see them."The beam found the chute opening. A gloved hand emerged first, followed by a shoulder, then a man hauling himself through the narrow gap with the ease of someone who had done this before. He dropped into the cellar in a crouch, a compact rifle slung across his chest, his face covered by a black mask.Behind Elara, Sienna let out a whimper and pressed herself against the wine rack."Who sent you?" Elara demanded, stepping in front of Milo before she'd even decided to do it
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