I jolt awake to the sound of my window shattering. Glass rains across my floor, and before I can scream, a hand clamps over my mouth. Three figures pour through the broken window, moving with predatory grace.Rogues. I recognize their scent immediately, wild and unwashed, tinged with madness."Quiet, little Luna," the largest one hisses. His breath reeks of rot. "This'll be quick if you don't fight."I bite down hard on his palm. He yelps and jerks back, giving me space to roll off the bed. My feet hit broken glass, pain shooting through my soles, but I don't stop. I run for the door, screaming for the guards Pete stationed outside.The second rogue tackles me from behind. We crash to the floor, his weight crushing my ribs. I claw at his face, my nails finding his eyes. He roars and backhands me so hard my vision goes white."Feisty bitch," he snarls. "Boss said you'd fight."Boss. Someone sent them. Someone wants me dead or captured.Cicilia surges forward in my mind, finally awake a
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