Finn attempted another step.
The board creaked loud enough that Lars stopped breathing.
“Why don’t you three gentlemen come join us?” came a voice from the living room.
Christ, he almost screamed like a little girl. Lars reeled back, a hand on his heart as if he could somehow stop it tearing through his chest and landing in a wet, bloody pile on the floor.
Finn growled from down the hallway. Floorboards didn’t creak anymore—they shrieked in agony.
Lars bounded forward, barely catching Finn before the man burst into the living room.
Kane was already there, standing to one side with a rapt look on his face. If this hadn’t been real life, he’d have thought Zachary had cast some kind of hypnotic spell on him.
And then he saw Cora, and it all made sense.