She glanced away.
“Listen, if you can't pull it together, you'll have to go. I can't have you here if you're not mentally present. Go back to the compound with the other girls.”
She turned angry eyes on him. “You need me.”
“Not like this, we don't. Go on, Annie. Go home.” Lucien turned his back on her.
She shot to her feet and grabbed his arm. He turned to meet her eyes with a quizzical expression.
She fastened the mask back over her mouth and nose. “Who's Annie? I'm The Assassin.”
“Good girl.”
A voice sounded inside Lucien's head. “General, where are you?”
“At the rendezvous point,” he replied telepathically.
“Get your angel a*s down to the portal right away,” Nathaniel urged. “Something big is coming through!”
* * *
Something big indeed. A towering n***d woman with black hair
