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Marcus had told her that the explosion had rocked Las Vegas Two; he’d seen a special report that included helicopter views of the scene not five o

If Greaves had succeeded in his plan, if the explosion had happened a uerite hadn’t worked in beautiful tandeh Adovern chaos would have cost her the war She had no doubt about that

She owed Fiona everything right now

As for the Fortress, she turned back to look at Thorne, at his red-rih his nostrils waiting for her to say the word, just say the fucking word His woman was i a super-race of Seers If Endelle didn’t stop Owen Stannett right noould she have to face in the co months or years? Just how hout the afternoon to talk sense to Stannett, to force hi use of his old tricks, stalling and ho-hu until she had mentally pulverized his nuts, in her hands, about a thousand tito impress on that worthless entity that Owen Stannett needed to be reh Administrator of the Fortress, but all that ca, chairman of COPASS and secret death vampire, in which he spoke one word: "Nonsense"

So here she was, ha for the one aze at the crowd, as she watched the High Adnant wife, and their s breath

"No more," she whispered

She turned back to her h, powerful Warriors of the Blood, tho had been so faithful, who fought every night against death vaht after night at the Borderlands, battling to keep torlds safe And now each of the to save the woet your ass over here"

Havily left her place near Marcus’s execs and moved to stand beside Endelle The woman waited for instructions, which was exactly what she needed

Damn, her heart felt heavy What she was about to do could land her in prison, perhaps even worse

She turned back to Jean-Pierre and Thorne She put a hand on Jean-Pierre’s left shoulder then cupped Thorne’s face

She nodded and let her hands fall away, back to her sides To Havily, she said, "I want you to witness what I have to say to al matter and you will be called upon in the future to answer for what you have heard here tonight Do you understand?"

"Yes, Madalanced frorant you permission to breach the Superstition Mountain Seers Fortress, to take in hand and reifted Seer and recent transfer fro her to my office as soon as you have apprehended her I understand the legal raainst this action fall exclusively on uerite then bring Fiona hoed into clean battle gear He wished he had time to shower, to clean the blood off his skin, rinse it the hell out of his hair Not that Marguerite would give a rat’s ass How ht from battle to the Convent, pulled her out of bed, and taken her in just this state

He’d tried apologizing once, but she’d told hiuerite wouldn’t care But the flight gear, yeah that was fresh

His heart ha her out of the Superstition Fortress, having her with hi her by his side

But as Jean-Pierre talked over the situation with Jeannie, orchestrating a tight fold to the entrance to the Fortress, he slauerite would do and where she’d go once he got her the hell out of that place

He realized that the ave perain, excited to see his girlfriend He’d even had the ridiculous thought that once she was out, she’d move in with hireater truth to Marguerite, sos she craved her freedoo, to be with other , terrible moment, he wished she was locked up back at the Creator’s Convent, where he could keep her to hi her back to et her set up in so, but God help ot to have the use of the future streaht, well, ere daht time, if she hadn’t had her powers coas picking up body parts instead of sending people back to their hoaze fell to the dirt

"We need her, Thorne Tell aze to her, but his heart felt like it was being held in the fist of a giant and squeezed "You knoill," he said And he meant it But didn’t that make him a selfish bastard--because in thethat Endelle would lock her up again

Jean-Pierre nodded to Thorne "Jeannie can send us now"

Thorne nodded, his gaze still on Endelle "Let’s do it" As he slid through nether-space, he had one last view of Endelle, her lips curved about a quarter of an inch as she flipped him off

He arrived at the doors to the fortress, the tall, arched iron doors, rusted from the weather If this was any indication of the state of the facility inside, his stomach lurched