#Chapter40

Adam

Ian's POV

Dedicated to EmrysRhodri

I thrust my sword through the guts of the guard before me. He coughed out blood, splashing some on my face.

"Come on man, I just showered." I drew out my weapon and he slumped to the ground, his hand covering his bleeding spot. I brought out a handkerchief from my breast pocket and wiped my face. Some of the liquid slipped into my tongue and I spat it out.

Jason and Zara were on time. The lights went out as planned. Looking back, my eyes trailed the pile of dead bodies, courtesy of my killer swordsmanship. I pushed the door open and...