"Florida?"
Lola's heart skipped a beat as she recognized the person standing a few steps away from her with a weapon aimed at her. She watched Florida blink several times, as if coming out of a haze.
Then his eyes widened, and his mouth fell open. Seeing his reaction, it was as though her heart stabilized again.
"Madam—it's you!" Florida dropped his gun and hurried toward her, bobbing his head. "Why are you back here?"
Lola grabbed his shoulder and examined him. Instead of answering, her gaze fell to the blood and the wire wrapped around his leg.
"You've been shot," she said, her racing heart finally beginning to steady. "Are you alright?"
"I'm alright. I did this to myself." Florida cleared his throat, explaining that the smoke in other parts of the manor had been thicker.
