The villa was silent when I arrived, away from prying eyes and the body on my shoulder slouching like it could fall flat anytime soon.
Only the faint rustling of leaves and the occasional creak of the wooden beams of the compound disturbed the stillness.
The gates were guarded, as expected. Two men, dressed in dark jackets with pistols draped at their sides, stood at attention. They weren't speaking much, just exchanging tired glances, eager for their shift to end
Perfect.
Since they couldn't see me, I needed a distraction. I reached for a nearby pile of stones and, with a flick of my wrist, sent one flying toward the trees behind them. It wasn't easy with Clara's weight on my shoulder, but I did it.
The sharp snap of the impact made both guards jolt upright.
"The hell was that?" one of them muttered, gripping his weapon.
"Probably just some animal," the other replied, though he didn't sound convinced.