Chapter 62
The sound of shattering glass came from every direction at once.
I grabbed the ceremonial silver knife from the preparation altar—the same one that was supposed to be used in tomorrow night's ritual—and spun toward the window where I'd seen the rogue's face.
“Positions!” Sarah shouted, her military training kicking in. “Defend the stairs!”
But the rogues weren't just coming through the windows. I could sense them pouring through multiple entry points—downstairs windows, the back door, maybe even the roof. They'd planned this assault down to the smallest detail.
A masked figure burst through our window in an explosion of glass and splintered wood. He landed in a crouch, silver claws extended, eyes glowing with feral hunger.
I didn't hesitate. All those months of training wi
