Forty-Nine † Go out with a Bang

The double doors of the house was as fancy as the rest of it. Thick mahogany, brass knobs polished to perfection, and two panels of the most intricate stained glass art depicting the baptism of Jesus Christ.

It was the grandest opening to a residence Kat had ever seen, but the fact that they were slightly ajar made her stomach constrict with apprehension.

She hesitated as they reached the doorstep, glancing back at the unconscious (or possibly dead) men behind her and growing more and more uncertain by the second. The front entrance being left open and unattended could mean that this whole thing was a trap, and whoever was inside was confident about taking down any intruder.

And God knew she didn't want to be taken down like that.

Gulping audibly, Kat turned to Calix to suggest yet another cowardly way of going inside the mansion, but he was already pushing his way inside as though he owned the place.

"If something happens to me, just run," he told