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“Look for Isabella Romani. Find her now,” I demand. All the excitement I felt moments ago, is replaced by terror. She’d be lucky to have survived the gunfight. But with explosives chucked through the windows, I expect the worst.

My men do as they’re told. Most break off and start their search through the house. A few, me included, make our way towards the bedrooms, clearing each door as we pass, until we make it to the war room.

I stop outside it, press my ear against the wood, and listen. Of course, it’d all end in there. It’s where it all began, after all.

My childhood bedroom.

I can’t hear anything inside, though that’s mostly because of the ringing in my ears. It’s the last room to clear. Without wasting any more time, I turn the handle and step inside.

Isabella is squirming in Father’s grip. A pistol is pressed against her temple.

“Maddy, my boy. You made it,” he says. “Just in time to watch the princess die.”