The moment Dominic stepped through the front entrance, he found a dark mass of bodies surging toward the building like a tide rolling in from every direction. There had to be dozens of them, maybe more, all pressing forward with weapons in hand and murder in their eyes.
Something whistled through the air, a chunk of brick, hurled straight at his head.
Dominic raised one hand and caught it with a sharp c***k of impact against his palm. His gaze swept across the crowd, cold and unhurried, as if he were studying insects beneath glass. Then his fingers closed and the brick disintegrated between them, ground to fine powder with no more effort than crumpling a sheet of paper.
A gust of wind rolled through the courtyard, and Dominic opened his hand, letting the dust scatter into the faces of t
