Teague limped forward quickly but cautiously, holding his 9 mm pistol ready. Their luck was holding; they’d won three skirmishes since leaving the psych ward, and the bullet that had clipped his leg was their only injury. It hurt like hell, but didn’t slow him down. Ashlynn’s mental voice whispered, Group of five 50 meters
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Deja vu wrapped around Addison like a blanket. Like her last stay in the psych ward, drugs kept Addison’s psionics out of reach. That time had been bad, but this was worse. The coup had failed, and she had so much more to lose now. Had Shane, Teague, and her children escaped? What would Triptych
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Giovanni squeezed a few more drops of blood from the shallow cut across his palm. The miniature tempest swirling before him lapped up the dark fluid before it could hit the floor of his Matron’s office. A half hour of feeding the spirit was taking its toll. Gio bit the inside of his lip again
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