Chapter 125: Jaxton!

Inside the manor, the lights blazed as bright as noon. Every few yards, burly guards stood watch. Every entrance and exit was locked down so tight not even a bird could get in. To Oliver Morris, though, the whole display barely counted as a threat. Unless they had guns, he felt no need to be wary. Even if guns were involved, his speed would let him slip clear, the bullets missing him by a hair. Faith Shaw, by contrast, wore a grave look. The farther in they went, the tighter her stomach knotted....