Amaranthe looked at each of her men, who in turn stared back at her, as if brilliant solutions would soon flow from her lips. Only Sicarius’s gaze rested elsewhere. His expressionless mask back in place, he stared at the door, calm, accepting. He’s already given up. She clenched her jaw. Well, I’m not going to. “How do we kill it?” Amaranthe demanded. “Impossible,” Sicarius said. “They’re impervious to blades and firearms. My old dagger might have
