Chapter 48: Am I...Dreaming?
Draven did not want to snap at him, so he simply nodded. He entered the room and slammed the door shut.
Reluctant and bewildered, Santino lingered a bit at the door before deciding to leave. He can’t really explain it, but he was having a terrible premonition about that night.
Draven ambled to the table and dropped the stack of books. His attention shifted to Avelina, who was fast asleep on the bed, and he gently covered her properly with the duvet.
It was already seven in the morning, and he needed to sleep as well, so he went through the entire process of taking his shower, drying his hair, and changing into his night suit.
However, while he was in the dressing room, the door suddenly creaked open. Six masked men, draped heavily in black clothing, sneaked into their room. Their movement was quiet enough to not initiate any unwanted sounds or alert anyone.
They didn’t bother to shut the door in order to make their escape much easier.
"Is that her?" the shortest one asked in a very low voice.
The one who was the tallest nodded. "I smell a human scent from her. It’s definitely her."
"It is her. I can smell it too," the skinniest of them affirmed. "Let’s do this quickly and leave."
He was the first to make an approach to the bed where Avelina lay. The rest followed suit.
They gazed at Avelina, and the skinny one pulled out his knife, so sharp that even the source of light coming in through the window reflected it.