We need to move before we are caught.
“Two minutes,” Zuko says.
“Fuck.” She breathes deeply, stepping forward. Her hand lifts, and she stabs the asshole straight in the chest.
Dropping her hand, she covers her face.
“One minute,” Zuko calls.
I pull my knife from Marcus’s chest, slice his throat, then walk over to Charlotte.
“Wrong father, sorry,” I tell her before I slice her throat as well.
Avani stands there, somewhat shocked. But we don’t have time to chat.
I lift her into my arms and carry her out of the house.