Chapter 109

Clara

Gunfire ripped through the night, a deafening roar that drowned out all else. Smoke hung heavy in the air, carrying with it the thick, metallic scent of blood so strong I could taste it on my tongue. Chaos reigned—men shouting, gunfire crackling, the wounded groaning as they lay bleeding on the mansion’s once-pristine grounds.

I had no idea how much time had passed since the siege had begun,