Michaela’s POV.
Serafina charges at me and I twist out of the way, raise the lampstand and crash it down on her back. I wince in pain before she crashes to the floor. I move quickly to the table and grab the needle. I have no idea what is in it and I am not taking any chances.
I move towards her and sit on her back. I remove the cap with my teeth and jab the needle into her neck.
“Nighty night, mother, sleep well.” I say as I search her for those damn keys she took back that I pickpocketed from her. Silly goose. I pull them out and a phone. I pat her down completely and find a knife. I smile as I stand back up.
“Thanks for the gifts, mom.” I say with a chuckle as I open the phone and punch in a number. The phone rings, and I wait anxiously for the other end to answer.
“This is Marco
