Six weeks to find her father and free him. Six weeks to find those who would do him harm, and to end the threat forever. Teia had never fantasized about being frightening, had only wanted to be a shield—a big, obvious guardian against the violence of others. But against these people? She felt something gloriously strong and ugly and beautiful rising in her heart, easing the worry on her brow, and turning her mouth to a smile. The Order had made her. They were about to learn how well.
