A TALL HORNY STRANGER
Every step echoed, mixing with the distant sounds of chaos above — shouts, crashing, and the faint whistle of bullets ricocheting somewhere in the mansion.
“Where are we going?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.
Nico didn’t answer immediately. His focus was sharp, senses alert. Every muscle in his body was taut, ready to spring.
“Underground,” he finally said. “A series of old tunnels run beneath this part of the city. No one comes down here unless they know exactly where to step.”
I swallowed hard. The thought of dark, narrow tunnels made my stomach churn. But I didn’t argue. There was no time for fear. Not tonight.