And they'd lose their lives. I was more than lost enough and the violence was rising more than high enough to take out even these trained killers.
My sanity was teetering. I would not lose two girls in my lifetime.
Emily. And now Annie.
Not happening.
We were on the stairs, a broad staircase that doubled back in the middle. We fanned out and took the two sides of the house, built as it was around a central internal courtyard. The second floor was clear. I hated leaving the third floor unexplored for that amount of time. The house was too big. Any minute we could be heard.
There were voices coming from the upstairs rooms. Nausea on my skin before I finished identifying one of the voices as Vincent's.
And the scream as Annie's.