"Alfie," Oliver murmured. "Mr. Mervyn's nanny and most trusted aide."
Ryley's eyes narrowed with recognition, his memory kicking in from a time long past. Of course. Alfie. That quiet shadow who was always close to Mervyn.
"…Oh," he muttered.
His gaze slowly drifted back to Oliver, studying the way the man positioned himself protectively in front of him.
No… he wouldn't dare call him an ally yet. That would be premature.
Perhaps… just perhaps, Ryley wasn't alone behind the fortress walls after all.
Their journey resumed the moment Alfie disappeared from sight.
But just as they emerged from the hidden passage, Oliver stopped dead in his tracks again.
Ryley barely had time to ask what the holdup was before Oliver moved—swift and brutal.
Without a word, he grabbed one of the nurses trailing behind the entourage and knocked him out cold.
"What the hell?" Ryley hissed under his breath, momentarily stunned.
