The Devil's Prey
Chapter Thirty-six
The door had barely clicked shut when the silence inside the room shattered.
"Sarah!" Francesca screamed
Jericho entered first, his steps calculated, eyes sharp as he scanned the room before they finally landed on Sarah, he secretly heaved a sigh of relief. His expression was unreadable, though there was a flicker of something dark in his gaze as it settled on Sarah's frail form.
Francesca followed immediately, grabbing Sarah's weak hand. "Stay with us, okay? You're safe now."
Madam Tessa stood at the doorway, her sharp gaze stayed on the closed door through which Xavier had just left.
He had barely spared them a glance.
No words. No explanation.
Just that same hardened expression—the one he had mastered over the years.
Tessa's throat tightened.
She had raised him.
