Chapter 863

Thorne couldn't bring himself to look at Helen, his face turned away as his hand finally reached toward his waist. Beneath the concealment of his clothes, he drew out a black firearm that gleamed with a cold metallic sheen. This time, not only were Amery and Bhavia frozen in shock, but even Mina instinctively tightened her grip on Jane's hand. An overwhelming urge to grab Jane and run surged through Mina, but reason told her they could never outrun a bullet. Even if Helen was a poor shot, the moment they were discovered, Thorne would realize they knew about the guns—that these weren't ordinary people—and he'd surely silence them for good. In that split second, countless escape scenarios flashed through Mina's mind, each ending the same way: with them gunned down. The thought left her face pale with dread. This is it! She was doomed to die young, wasn't she? Sigh. If she died now, how many years would she have to wait for Harold in the afterlife to be his little sister again? And would