VIKTOR’S POVThe stairs were empty.That was the first thing I saw.Good.Indira had positioned a guard at the base of the upper staircase. I had spoken to him earlier through the serving hatch but he was gone.Alan noticed it at the same moment I did. “Oh boy” he said.“She pulled him,” Alan murmured.“Or he left on his own,” I said.“He wouldn’t leave on his own.”He was right. Indira’s borrowed men were too well managed for decisions like this. Every placement, every rotation and position had been made by her instructions.Nothing more. If he was gone, she had most definitely moved him.Which means, she wanted the staircase clear.“By why?”Which meant she had known we were coming upstairs.We went up the stairs faster.At this point, I know for a fact that we awere both confused a little.The upper corridor was dim, the torches burning low, throwing long shadows between the doorways. The blue room door was still open from earlier, the curtain rod Bianca had was laying on the fl
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