Chapter 3

Jayden turned his head in terror, meeting a pair of shockingly bright eyes.

Queenie had already sat up. Her crimson wedding gown looked sinister and lethal in the darkness. She showed none of the weakness of someone recovering from a feigned death. Instead, she resembled a leopard that had been lying in wait.

Three assassins were closing in.

Queenie's fingers moved slightly inside her sleeve. Three faint whistling sounds cut through the cramped space, no louder than mosquitoes humming.

All three assassins froze at once. Their weapons hit the floor.

They clutched their throats, never managing a single scream, and…