TRAPS & TWISTED TRUTHS
Kiera's POV
The mill converted in two hours. The blood wards around magdalene glowed a dim crimson at the edges. Jax had his sharpshooters on every rooftop. Mika led communications from an improvised command post. Doc arranged a medical station scrimmage-style.
I stood on the rooftop and watched the sun sink, sinking towards the horizon. Everything was painted orange and red in the golden light. Pretty. Peaceful. Violence from distant violence makers, unlike the violence headed our way.
Scarlet climbed up beside me. A rifle was hanging across her back. She looked tired. We all did.
"Defenses are set," she said. "Blast, rigged at three points of entry. Escape routes marked. Kais in the room with Doc and two guards.”
"Good."
"You should eat something. You haven'
