Esme's pov
We all stood looking at the holding cell. Its metal bar door bent open and no Michael was in it. In front, the two bodies were already covered up in black sheets with their heads decapitated from their bodies. It was horrible to see.
Everyone was silent, they didn't know how he had managed to escape or who helped him escape. My hands trembled coldly at my side, While I thought to myself. I didn't help him escape yet. So who could have?
Lucien looked at me watching the open bar in a worried daze.
"It's okay we are going to find him and lock him up back again" he reassured. But that's not why I was worried. He didn't know of the deal between us. I simply nodded along with his words.
We went back to our home and no one spoke a word about what happened. Lucien followed me to the door of my room. There was a small silence between both of us as we walked side by side. My head being mostly down and in a fog.
