The cold rain outside reflected Yvonne's tone. Mark listened to her talk quietly. He held the rosary in his hand, lazily fidgeting with it.

Yvonne finished talking, but before Mark could reply, there was a loud commotion outside the door. Then the door was kicked down with a loud bang.

Curtis didn't care about the bodyguards stopping him. He stormed into the room. "Ms. …" The next second, a dagger flew across him, past his neck, and directly into the frame of the door.

Curtis jumped and stoo