The night air was cool on my skin as I stepped out of the house. The estate was quiet, moonlight beaming down and the hum of crickets providing a ground stage to my movements.
I rolled my shoulders, relishing the sensation of control over my body once more. No more pretending. No more sitting still while fools ran their mouths around me.
I was free again, and my first order of business? Ernesto darling.
The guard's quarters were on the far side of the estate, tucked away behind the main house and near the stables.
It was a modest structure of stone walls, a flat roof, and a single door that was never locked because these men were too arrogant to think they needed security. After all, they were the security.
Idiots.
I moved silently, keeping my senses heightened. The scent of sweat and stale alcohol dominated the air as I approached. The guards were inside, likely sprawled across their bunks, sleeping off whatever pathetic excuse for work they had done today.
