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Gillian was unwilling to challenge me directly. A moment later, the room was filled with calificars and the Reverend Mother. Kitchen duty for the rest of my life was worth Elyssa being unharmed.

“She’s a witch. We are sworn to protect mankind-“ “And the witches,” I said. Gillian stared at me. “We are the Architect’s hand. His will. The protectors of those who cannot protect themselves,” I recited. I had gone to services even if I didn’t like them.

I plowed into the first, using my momentum and his surprise to throw him against the far wall. Slamming my shield into the second, I roared as I shoved him aside. I kicked the legs out from under the third, then stepped on his wrist. He yelped and released his sword. I took it and […]