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“Not even one!”
His fist collided with the concrete wall hard enough to leave a few small cracks in its surface. The impact made his knuckles bleed, but he didn't care. The pain was nothing, and he was already starting to heal.
He spun around.
Isara stood before him on the warehouse floor, her face hidden beneath that large gray hood, her body wrapped in the folds of her cloak. She never allowed the underlings to see her face, a healthy philosophy. “Must I repeat myself?” she asked. Her insistence on showing such disrespect was not a healthy philosophy. “Lenai and her team managed to hold off the attack.”
Grinding his teeth so hard it hurt, Slade winced. His face was on fire despite his efforts to control his emotions. “Lenai lives!” he bellowed. “Hunter lives! The decrepit old pol
