At last, an idea appears, fully formed and beautiful.
I turn to Lincoln and mouth one word. “Whips?”
He grins from ear to ear. “Whips.”
A pang of excitement shoots through my nervous system.
This is really happening. We’re on.
After sharing a quick nod, Lincoln and I creep to opposite sides of the balcony, careful to stay out of view. I take out my baculum; Lincoln does the same. Our gazes lock. This is it. Go time. My heart pounds with such force, blood whooshes in my ears.
Lincoln raises his right hand, counting out on his fingers.
Three, two, one…
I lower my baculum to the balcony floor, imagining it turning into a whip of white angelfire. A long razor-sharp wire of flame snakes out from the end of my weapon. At the same time, Lincoln does the same with his baculum, creating ano
