Chapter 43: Target

The chaos outside thundered on with gunfire, shouting, distant explosions—but inside the mansion, everything was still.

Valerian moved quietly, his steps light on the marble floor. He held his gun tight while his eyes scanned the halls. The corridors were empty and the chandeliers swayed from the tremors outside.

He’d gotten in without being seen, leaving Ivan and the others to deal with the fight. But none ...