#Chapter 554: Carrion

Olivia The gunshot never came. Slowly, almost dreading what fresh horror awaited me, I peeled my eyes open. And blinked in utter disbelief. We were surrounded—not by more goons as I had feared, but by a sea of grim-faced women, all of whom held various weapons; rifles, shotguns, batons, one even held a pickaxe that she seemed to have picked up from the abandoned quarry that we had found ourselves in. I realized, in an instant, that I recognized them all. The escorts. Mira stood at the forefront, looking vengeful as ever as she pointed a shotgun directly at Montgomery’s skull. Despite the tears streaking down her cheeks and the way her hands trembled, she was unwavering in her stance. She was ready to kill. I think she may have even craved it. I felt a swell of sheer disbelief ripple its way through my body. I wasn’t sure how these women had slipped in unseen, but they had made it. And the weapons trained on Montgomery’s, Dan’s, and the goons’ heads had made them fr