“Have faith, Cass.”
Corovin snorted.
Together, they went to join the soldiers at the barricade. A tall man looked up as they approached, took five seconds to assess them and then jerked his head toward the sidewalk. “Report to Captain Bosama.”
The captain was an olive-skinned woman in her mid-thirties who wore her hair buzzed at the sides and thick on top. “So, you're the Justice Keepers they sent to help us,” she said. “I'll let you know when I need you. For now, just stay out of the way.”
“Yes, ma'am,” Anna muttered.
“Are you sure this is where I'll be the most useful?” Corovin asked. He was looking out over the barricade as if he expected enemy troops to start advancing on them at any moment. Which they very well might. “As I said, I served in the Ragnosian military. I'm the only o
