Kasanda moved like a blur through the hall.
The weight on his shoulder barely slowed him.
Abraham's body bounced once against his back as he adjusted his hold, one arm hooked under the man's leg, the other clearing fallen debris out of his way. His boots struck the marble hard enough to leave shallow cracks.
Han followed close behind, silent except for the rasp of his breath and the scrape of his boots. His eyes darted between the broken doorways and the shattered windows that lined the corridor.
Outside, the mansion grounds looked like a battlefield.
The fires from the courtyard cast long, broken shadows that moved against the walls as they ran.
Through one of the tall windows, Abraham finally caught a glimpse of what was happening below.
Bodies.
Dozens of them.
