"Are you not going to talk, Aiden?" The masked male asked, his gun resting casually at his side as he observed the group.
They were huddled on a sofa that had been shoved to the center of the room. Those who couldn't fit sat on the floor—specifically, the mercenaries.
Aiden finally opened his mouth to respond, but the masked man swiftly placed a finger over his lips, silencing him.
With a dismissive nod, he turned to the figure behind him. "Take two and check upstairs to see if there's anyone up there…" He paused for a moment, his gaze sweeping over the group. "We will wait until you three come back."
When they returned just five minutes later, a woman accompanied them, exuding an aura of stoic confidence that even guns and weapons couldn't shatter.
Athena's jaw slackened in disbelief as she took in the sight of the new arrival.
