This is where Carol and Aleksi lived when they were assassins. I can't believe Allen stayed there; it has zero security.
If this was supposed to be a stronghold, Allen was either cocky or stupid—or maybe both.
"Don't underestimate him," Aleksi warned, her sharp tone pulling me from my thoughts. She adjusted her grip on the dagger strapped to her thigh, her piercing green eyes scanning the area. "Allen might be reckless, but he’s always got a backup plan. Always."
Carol snorted, her hand resting on a dagger as well. "Backup plans or not, he’s an i***t for staying here. I told him years ago this place was compromised."
I raised an eyebrow at her. "Compromised how?"
Carol gave a humorless smile. "Let’s just say there are a few skeletons in the basement—literally."
"Charming," I muttere
