Elena’s POV

Snow lashed against the windows of the Red House, but inside, the air felt thick enough to choke on.

I did not hesitate.

When the first man lunged toward me, I drove the knife forward with every ounce of strength left in my body. I felt the resistance of flesh, the sickening give as the blade sank in, and heard the strangled cry that followed. I pulled it out and stabbed again before fear could catch up to me.

And again.

If I had to kill them all, I would.

Norway was famous ...