Chapter 268

Elodie’s POV

The Manor was a beehive of panic, but a very quiet, organized kind of panic.

Garrick had the sentinels sweeping the grounds with specialized gear that looked like oversized flashlights, while Felton was hunched over three different laptops in the library, his face lit up by scrolling green code.

I was sitting on the floor of the library, my back against a bookshelf, watching Kiernan