Chapter 7 - COLLATERAL DAMAGE
When the smoke cleared, the estate was littered with bodies, but Dante was gone. He had used the chaos to escape.
Vincent returned to the panic room. When he opened the door, Ellie didn't run from him, despite the blood on his shirt. She ran to him, wrapping her tiny arms around his leg. Clara dropped the gun, collapsing in relief.
As Vincent held the child, he felt a strange, painful cracking in his chest. It was the ice around his heart breaking apart. He looked at Clara, her fierce, protective fire, and realized he wasn't just defending a maid. He was defending the first light he had seen in seven years.
