I did not look away from the leader. “If you want cooperation, keep the room quiet. Trust me. Chaos will destroy you faster than the police.”
He studied me for a long moment. Then he nodded slightly.
“Fine. Stay. But if you try anything clever, you die first.”
I inclined my head. “I understand.”
He dragged Mr. Halvorsen toward the private office where the safe was kept. Two of the intruders followed him. One remained by the door with a noticeable limp. The last stayed inside the hall to watch the guests. His hands shook badly. He was young. Too young for this life.
I sat on the floor beside the children, whispering steady breathing instructions until their sobbing softened. Mia watched me with wide eyes.
“You are not scared,” she said.
“I am,” I answered quietly. “I just refuse to let fear decide what happens next.”
The young intruder glanced at me. “What is your name.”
“Rhea,” I replied.
He hesitated. “I am Carson.”
I gave a small nod. “Carson. Lower your weapon a little. Your wrist is trembling. Accidents happen when people ignore pain.”
He swallowed and adjusted his grip unconsciously.