130: Freedom

I step out of the corridor.

Damien is barking orders at his men, telling them to find anyone in the house and restrain them. They head into the kitchen first and I hear a frightened scream from one of the maids.

A man walks towards me. Damien notices this and says, "Not her." He says this, but isn't looking at me. The man sidesteps me and starts searching there. There isn't anyone in there, but I can't find my voice.

"This is ridiculous!" Ferdinand exclaims. "This is my apartment, what do you think you're doing?"

Damien ignores him and pulls a gun out of his pocket. He points it at him. "Lower your voice."

"I won't say this again," Ferdinand says, his face flushing with anger. "Leave at once. You have no business coming here and killing my men. You're breaking all the rules. The council—"

Damien takes multiple steps towards him until he's standing right in front of Ferdinand. He grabs the back of his neck and presses his gun beneath his chin. Well, one of them. "The council can suck m