Fear sliced into Nix’s mind—you’ve failed; she’s already dead—and it solidified into something dangerous. Without warning, Nix kicked the door in. All the fancy ichoron locks in Valkeshia couldn’t stop her from splintering the wood around it, and after a few tries, it shattered around her boot. She muscled inside, expecting the site of a massacre— —and found Kessandra, wrapped in a towel.
