Gatsby arrived in the house late but he had his men scattered to find the rest of the assassins. He went upstairs to find her daughter in a robe with blood. Donovan was currently wiping her face with a damp towel.
"Zoe, are you hurt?" He asked. Zoe shook her head and pointed at Lesley who was currently being held by Jace. "Lesley," He approached her and checked her arm that had bandages. He caressed Lesley's face. "It will be alright. I will find them," he assured Lesley who nodded her head. He then approached her daughter and reached her hands.
"Don't worry, Papa! I got them killed~~well most of them." She said. Donovan glanced at the boys who were puzzled on why Zoe called her Papa.
"I see," Donovan looked at Gatsby's eyes as he seemed to understand. He then approached Lesley and reached her face. "I am so sorry, darling that this happened to you on your birthday."
