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Outside, every Rasha on my team simultaneously activated their magic.
“Give yourselves up,” the woman on the bullhorn commanded.
No one did, tension rolling over the courtyard like a blanket.
I peeked out through the half-ajar door in time to see the air around the compound’s property line ripple.
A dozen women ranging from their twenties to their fifties stood there, expressions alert and bodies coiled to spring. They wore identical black uniforms that seemed to suck all light into them.
Rohan was at my back, the heat of his body pressed against mine, whispering into his mic, asking if anyone was still inside.
“Give yourselves up or we will take action!” Standing slightly in front of everyone and holding the bullhorn, was a tall, broad-shouldered woman who could have taken Tree
