Chapter 87: Revenge!

Sylvia Looske only managed to steady her breathing after a long while. If she had not seen it with her own eyes, she never would have believed Thatcher Gurnil was capable of doing so many vile things. "Atreus Lyson, what are you going to do-mmph!" Atreus clamped a hand over her mouth, signaling her to stay quiet. His figure blurred as he slipped to the door, yanked down the breaker, and plunged the apartment into darkness. Before Sylvia could even process it, faint footsteps sounded outside....