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I was barely functioning as Artan drove us back to Kane’s house, when we told everyone what had happened, while they cried and grieved their loved ones who had perished only a couple of hours ago.
Nobody slept well that night, and I barely closed my eyes.
But I was tired.
Tired and hurt and broken.
I hadn’t been able to save the tziganes. I hadn’t been able to save Ramon.
Morning came and I heard Darcy, Dolan, Sheila, my mother, and other elders in the dining room talking about the next steps. It was soon decided we were going back to our enclave, and the first two things we would do was reinforce the magic around the perimeter of the enclave so no enemy could enter so easily, and figure out what to do with the soulless tziganes.
Again, my mind was numb as we drove back to the en
