Everyone nodded in unison.
"You can go now."
At Nora Ainsworth's command, the group of over twenty people instantly bolted for the exit like unbridled horses. Only Saphira Sutton couldn't run; Monty had coiled around her leg, trapping her. Everyone else was busy scrambling for their lives—no one could spare a thought for her.
By the time everyone had fled Quentin Grant's villa, they realized Saphira Sutton wasn't with them. Not daring to go back and knock, they had no choice but to wait for her by the gate.
Meanwhile, Saphira Sutton was frightened out of her wits. Monty had slowly coiled itself around most of her body, its head now level with her waist. On the verge of tears, she looked at Elmer. "Young man, I know I was wrong. Can you please get it off me?"
Elmer sneered. "If my mommy hadn't stopped me, I would've put a bullet in you long ago. Since I can't kill you, what's wrong with playing with you for a while?"
