Must be a group member before inviting friends
Something primal and territorial heated my blood, making me want to shield Evie from my mentor, my clan, anyone at all who might ruin her pure, warm soul. She wasn’t a secret asset. She was my Evie. She needed protection, healing, and care—not to be used like her parents had once used her. I refused to add to her suffering, to repeat the wounds of the past. And the mere thought of her being anywhere near the violence of war made me want to rip out someone’s throat.
