~Abigail's POV~
Angelos steps over the corpses he dropped by the pool, blood still spreading across the marble floor like spilled ink. I stay half a pace behind him, barefoot now, every sense screaming while I scan corners and doorways.
This isn't a fight anymore. It's pure massacre.
"Nicholas just wants to finish what he started," Angelos mutters, like he's reading my mind. He glances back at me, his eyes dilating. "You feel it too, don't you?"
"A family massacre," I answer, keeping my voice low and calm even though my pulse is hammering. "So he never died. The parents lied to all of you."
He gives a tired nod. "The question is why."
Fresh gunfire cracks through the halls, closer now. Angelos and I bolt toward the sound without a second thought.
I round the corner first and crash straight into a solid chest.
"Oh, careful, Abigail," a voice purrs, amused.
