“Mom.” Power crackles, lifting the loose tendrils of my hair as I glance back at the man who helped hold me prisoner. “Really, Violet? You couldn’t use the front door?” She glances at Mira, and then her gaze turns upward as Cath descends. Her face falls, but she holds her posture rigid as ever. “He’s not with us,” Mira says, holding her sword pointed at the captain who’s been working his way out. “In fact, he’s pretty pissed we came.” Mom’s head tilts slightly in a movement I know means she’s talking to Aimsir. “Seems we’ve been fully invaded.” “We’re not here to fight you. We’re here to fight
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