He hadn't brought his men with him. The glow from the manor lights stretched his shadow long across the ground, and each step of his polished shoes echoed alone in the silence, deepening the air of desolation.
Dante Flagg walked the garden path, passed through the living room, and entered the bedroom. He first laid Bonnie on the bed, then pressed against a raised spot on the wall. A hidden door slid open. Without hurry, he lifted her into his arms again and stepped inside.
The door closed behind them with a slow hiss, followed by the faint snap of a switch being destroyed.
The entire manor fell utterly silent.
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Derek and his group soon arrived at Dante's estate. One of Dante's men staggered inside, covered in blood, crimson dripping from his temple. Yet the tall, sharp-blooded man who followed behind him didn't spare him a glance.
