Lara and Jethru dropped to the ground beside Angus and Aramis with a muffled thud, the impact causing a slight indentation on the grassy patch. Their breaths came fast, but they wasted no time — eyes scanning the darkness for signs of pursuit.
Moments later, another black-clad figure descended soundlessly from the shadows, landing with the grace of a panther.
Finally, Alaric slid down from Lara's rope, his boots hitting the earth with a dull crunch. The group barely had a chance to catch their breath before the distant clamor of boots and shouts echoed through the estate.
Guards.
And they were closing in fast.
Without a word, the group bolted toward the thick line of trees behind the mansion. The night wrapped around them like a cloak, shadows curling at their heels as they moved.
