Cecelia
The sound of footsteps approached, and ten of my father’s guards came running into the mill. Someone flipped the switch for the lights, and suddenly the gory scene was fully illuminated under the flickering fluorescents. The room lit up just in time for Ellis’s head to slide backward off his neck, opening his throat like a book. The weight of his head threw his whole body off balance, and he finally toppled over backwards.
“Are you okay, Miss Cecelia?” one of the soldiers asked me.
“I’m fine,” I was a little confused by the familiar faces of my father’s best guards. “Why are you here?”
“Your father sent us out to keep an eye on Ellis," he cast a disgusted look at the man's body bleeding out on the floor. "Alpha Forge said we were to protect you, and to protect Catherine, come w
