Odessa's POV
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"Is Marcellus okay?" I asked, swallowing hard as I, Kaelos and a few guards walked into the night.
Kaelos held my hand tight, as if he was afraid of a portal opening up and snatching me back to Ryker.
I smiled faintly, increasing the tightness of my grip as well while a guard cleared his throat and responded to my question.
"We aren't sure, ma'am. Someone reported hearing an explosion coming from his residence." He remarked, turning around to face me. "We haven't stepped into the house yet but—"
"Let's just go." Kaelos' voice was firm as we increased our pace.
When we got to the residence, I smelt it before we even stepped inside.
Burnt flesh, ash and... Blood.
The door was battered but still standing—until Kaelos kicked it down with a sneer, using his free arm to wave off the smoke that billowed out.
"Marcellus!" He yelled out as we stepped in, our shoes crunching on the debris littered in the living room.
