Jioni became nauseous and took two steps back, then another; the knocking became louder. Jioni’s mind raced. What were they here for? Payment or treason—the knocking increased. Jioni began to overthink. Maybe they weren’t here for the payment; perhaps they were here about her escape plan tonight: with that last thought, Jioni placed both palms on the door and slammed it with a rattle.
An irritated voice called from outside, and they knocked violently.
