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k strap, the night wind tugging at the hem of my

"So you're the eldest miss they brought back from the borderlands?" He

. My leather boots thu

eased a weak Beta pressure. "Are you deaf? Th

r chest: Martha Tucker. My fingers ta

," I

t flat and cold.

d flinched in front of a wolfless girl

her hand pass, and drove

ugh the foyer. Her high heel twisted, and

e crystal chandelier stung my eyes, and the imported

ed a trembling finger at me. "You wild girl! How

g onto her. "Rules? A servant blocking h

n the corridor froze, whispering behind their han

e-aged woman in a silk robe glided down th

in her eyes. "Madam! Miss Ingrid

airs. Malice flashed through her light br

air behind her ear, the picture of a patient stepmother. "Martha

one in the foyer to hear. "Mrs. Fuentes, when you stole another woman's hus

eye. She drew a breath and looked at Martha. "Take Miss Ingrid

the narrow wooden stairs. I followed her into

air spilled out. Inside was a narrow

s key onto a dusty table. "Don't wand

e corridor. I walked in and

hidden zipper, and pulled out a custom ultra-thin black laptop. I pushed the d

, code scrolling down the screen. Seconds later, a blood-red inverted triangle appeared-the hig

. Their firewall was laughable. I hit Enter, planted a si

my screen. Sender: Genesis Defense Group. Target: