Chapter 117

• Just as Lara had said, the Executioner and the Tracker had finally arrived, with Havoc following close behind.
• "Are you going to come with us willingly, Sophia?" The Executioner spoke first, her voice a delicate falsetto. "Your little magic won't work on me, but I'd love to see you try." A gut feeling told me not to use my abilities on her. This was one of those rare, undeniable instincts I couldn't ignore.
• The way she sang my name sent a shiver down my spine, which I suppressed with gritted teeth. She plucked a knife from one of the straps around her leg and held it in her hand. Her glossy auburn hair was tightly pulled back, wrapped in a braid at the base of her neck.