Chapter 80

Farren's Point of View

We took my family to the Amador manor. Milla and Conan were shaking from fear. Trembled with each step they took. Lysander was covered in blood from head to toe. The assassins had huddled together as they walked. Stayed silent.

They had taken the brunt of the force. Took it upon themselves to shield the rest of their family. Which was admirable. Although, Zaven had gotten hurt in the process. The tip of his ear had been shot off. Luckily he had heard the bullet coming. Dodged just enough that it wasn't a clean shot. Still, the assassin looked horrid with red coming down the side of his face.

Isabelle had gotten several blankets from upstairs and laid them all on the couches in the living room downstairs. Mrs. Amador had come out of her safe space and stood at the fireplace. Her eyes scanned the room from time to time but other than that she was more a statue than a person.

Nerezza was holding onto her children on the couch. Whispered to them softly whenever