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I pulled back the stage curtain and peeked out.
That night at the compound, there’d been almost forty men fighting alongside me. They’d initially escaped with Ari, but now there were barely twenty-five, along with about a hundred witches. The room was depressingly empty.
Were these the only women Raquel trusted, or the only ones who’d answered the call to arms?
“Where are the rest of our Rasha?” I said.
“Sienna recaptured five of them. The rest?” Cisco shrugged. “They weren’t man enough to handle joining up with witches or couldn’t stomach working with a demon.”
Ms. Clara carried her laptop with the whip coiled on top of the closed cover and sat down in the front row, presumably to take minutes.
Some of the Rasha and witches around her glanced uneasily at the whip. Ha.
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