The air in the Salazar mansion was usually thick with tension, but on this Saturday afternoon, it felt hollow. With Natasha and Dante leading their sons away for a rare excursion, the silence was almost deafening.
Most of the bodyguards had been siphoned off to Antonio's estate, leaving the hallways vulnerable and vacant.
Jack sat in the main hall, nursing a headache, when the heavy front doors creaked open. He didn't even look up at first, assuming it was a maid or a guard. But as the figure stepped into the light, Jack's heart stopped.
His eyes nearly popped out of his head. He became a statue, his lungs freezing mid-breath. He didn't move until a familiar hand reached out and patted his arm.
Huan!
"Don't faint," Huan warned, his voice a low, grounding rasp.
Jack's mouth hung open, his brain struggling to process the visual data. "You… you rose from the grave?"
