Micah stood propped against the door, his face twisted in a combination of pain and annoyance. The Blue Coats, under Clan Animus, had full access to the property, but Micah hadn’t needed them to complete a full search. He knew exactly where she was. The Leftenant had helped him stagger there. The distance from the rear doors to the small altar room, overlooked by the rear staircase, had seemed so much further than the short distance he had hobbled.
As the door opened and he saw her on her knees, without the fire or moxie he had seen her display, he feared they were already too late. Her white T-shirt was torn, red and pink stains altering the once pure colour. She knelt, staring vacantly towards the floor while her father chanted.
“Everybody remain still.” Lord Kyron’s incantation stoppe
