Chapter 392



Jaxon lunged at Zoe, looking to land a punch, but Bran sent him flying with a swift kick. "Come on, man, hitting a woman? Show some class." Jaxon hit the ground hard, groaning as he struggled to get up.

Cursing under his breath, he pointed a threatening finger at Annora. "Fine, you've got your knight in shining armor now, but just you wait. Once we're out of here, you're dead."

Annora was in tears, too scared to even look at Jaxon.

Zoe wrapped her arms around Annora, whispering words of comfort that I couldn't quite catch.

Then, all of a sudden, the lights went out.

Silence fell over us.

Everyone held their breath, waiting to see what madness would unfold next.

The only sounds were our collective breaths and the steady drip of a leaky faucet. No other hint of what was to come.

"Please don't tell me there's some sort of gas leak. This place isn't exactly well-ventilated," someone said, their voice shaking with fear. "Are we going to die here?"

Panic started to spread.

"What do we do? What do we do?"

it gently as if to say, "Don't worry, I've got

breath hitched. It was Dexter's presence I

me as we moved to a

pitch-black darkness, it felt like the worst

a dim light began to spread

flickered back

looked up in confusion. "What's

it? Just a

the perpetrator would do something as mundane as cutting

a scream pierced

scent of blood filled the

throat had been slit, preventing any cries for help, and a knife was plunged into his heart. It was a

man who had threatened Annora,

gaze shifted to

as she had been before the lights went out. She didn't looke capable of committing such a dark act in the

A

Who killed Jaxon?

killer had to be

at the sight of Jaxon's body, urging Zoe and

his breath, standing

felt a chill run down

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