Elora’s POV.
I watch as Dalia, Tommy, and Catherine fall dead to the ground. Sinead doesn’t flinch. But I see her fingers twitch.
“I wouldn’t if I were you. Drop the gun and move around the desk. Do it now!” I hiss at her and she drops the gun and walks elegantly from behind the desk, standing in front of it. Even facing death, she is calm.
“Why?” I ask her as Conrad moves to stand beside me. I look at him.
“Untie your grandparents and get them to safety. I will deal with your aunt.” I say to him before turning my gaze back to Sinead, telling him the conversation is done.
“No, don’t touch us. She rigged the mansion to blow. We have bombs strapped to us.” The grandmother says and I step closer and I see it. f*****g hell.
I raise my Katana at her.
“Start talking.” I say to her as her
