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“Atticus is still in there,” Leo said, worry creasing his brows.
My lips curved into a smile as I nodded at them both. “We’ll find him on our way out.”
And with that, we plunged into the darkness of the unknown.
Chapter Seven
LEO
I limped behind Christine, exhausted but on high alert. The castle was a flurry of activity, and the entrance to the tunnels out of here was in the west wing—opposite from where we were.
“Stay close,” she whispered.
Christine stood under the golden lights, an angelic sight in her snow-white gown. It was sprayed with carnage, a macabre masterpiece of her last victim’s life. Her curls were stained with blood, clumped and tangled in their own version of a crown. Dirt streaked her makeup, her smeared cheeks a testament to her weary yet unyielding will. Her high heels seemed to pinch her feet, yet she stood strong with a deadly gaze, a brutal beauty that could not be matched.
I wanted to kiss her then. I wanted to wrap my arms around her and hold her close, to feel her chest rise and fall with every breath.
But I couldn’t. Not here. Not now.
I wanted to fuck her, to feel her heat and her body against mine. I wanted to feel the flesh and blood of the woman I loved, to taste her lips and her sweat.
And I wanted her to feel the same for me.
We traveled through the empty hallway, our hearts pounding in unison as we crept past rooms. We moved silently, our steps light as a feather to avoid detection.
Our ears were peeled for any sound of danger. A few minutes passed before we heard two guards arguing with each other down the hall. We ducked behind a pillar and listened to them.
“I swear to God, if those guards can’t find that asshole Atticus, the boss is going to have our heads,” one of them said, and I felt Christine tense beside me.
“Atticus is smart. He’s probably long gone,” the other one said with a laugh.
“Maybe he went down to the dungeon to fuck the queen,” the first one said. “Can’t say I blame him. She must have a pussy made of gold to keep his interests.”
If they couldn’t find Atticus, then that meant he escaped his father. Christine looked at us and nodded, likely coming to the same conclusion as me.
“Maybe I should go down to the basement and take a turn, too. I hear she has an insatiable appetite. Think she’d suck my cock and kneel before me?”
Christine gave a devilish smirk and stepped out from behind the pillar. Her long dress rustled around her as she strode toward the guards. “You’re gonna have to do better than that if you want to impress me,” she declared in a sultry voice before swiftly slicing through one of their throats. The guard dropped to the ground, his blood spilling onto the floor and staining the wall of the castle.
Augustus dove behind me as the other guard took aim with his gun, but Christine had already moved toward him. With a swift flick of her wrist, she severed his head from his body in a neat arc. She looked up at me, her blue eyes blazing with excitement. All these men had guns, but they had no idea how to use them. I was sure seeing Christine drenched in blood was enough to shock them and give her an advantage.
The sound of boots running toward us down the hall made us both look. “Let’s get out of here,” she whispered in a low voice, her sword still dripping with the guards’ blood.
We charged through the castle as fast as we possibly could, our footsteps echoing off the cold marble floors. Fear pounded through my veins, but I was determined to escape alive. Christine was focused on finding Atticus, and it seemed like nothing could stop her from completing her mission.
I followed Christine’s lead down into the maze of hallways ahead of us. I knew this castle like the back of my hand, and every turn, I expected to see more men.
An eerie silence hung in the air, and I could feel my heart pounding in my chest. Suddenly there was a loud shout around the corner.
“More guards ahead!” Christine’s warning ricocheted off the walls as we barreled down the hall. The guards were closing in, and I knew we had seconds to spare. But once we turned the corner, all of us came skidding to a stop, our eyes wide in surprise.
Atticus was a few steps away, and I watched in awe as he snapped a guard’s neck with precision and grace.
Christine surged forward, a battle cry ringing through the air as she raced toward the second guard. But before she could reach him, Atticus moved with a speed and agility that made him seem almost preternatural, his hand already reaching for the guard’s throat. The guard had no time to react before Atticus lunged forward and grabbed him in an iron grip, snatching the gun he had been carrying and throwing it away with an effortless flick of his wrist.
Atticus kept his grip tight on the man even as Christine attacked the third guard, her strikes swift and precise as she blocked each one of his defensive moves. She shifted her weight as if dancing to some unheard rhythm, and her foot connected with the guard’s chest, sending him flying back several feet before he finally crumpled to the ground.
“Christine!” Atticus yelled as another man ran up behind her.
