Annabelle’s heart raced as Sal led her through the back of the estate.

She had no idea where he was taking her, but she could feel the familiar, gut-wrenching sense of danger creeping up on her.

Every step was calculated and every movement was suspicious.

Her mind scrambled, trying to piece together the puzzle of what had just unfolded.

The chaos, the gunshots and the tension in the air.

And all she could think of was that there could be more traitors like Sal around.

And despite her bone-deep terror, a defiance rose in her with every step.

She would not be run off her wedding by anyone, especially not...