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disgust marring her face. “How can you side with filth like that?”
    Becca rolled her eyes and muttered under her breath, “Oh, charming. A fan.”
    She had known that it wouldn’t be easy to change opinions that had been formed and hammered into the Ivorys’ heads an eternity ago, nor that it would be easy to break through the wall of blind judgment that had built up and hardened throughout this age-old feud. She had known that resistance from within would pop up at some point, and yet she had been naïve enough to hope it wouldn’t.
    A movement behind the first two Ivorys caught her attention. Just a glimpse, but it was enough. She gasped and her heart wanted to jump out of her chest as fear washed over her in an ice cold wave.
    “Quinn?”
    Like a curtain opening before a play, Megan stepped smoothly aside with a small smile curving her mouth. Becca could finally see the other Ivorys – holding a struggling Quinn between them.
    She saw red, but Joshua’s arm came up in front of her when she made a move towards her brother. She wanted to growl at Joshua, like a lioness trapped. His voice was calm despite his anger, the promise of a storm, and that was the only thing that kept Becca from pushing forward.
    “What the hell do you think you are doing, Megan?”
    “I told you, just doing my job.” The Ivory shrugged and gestured towards Quinn with a flick of her wrist. “Something you apparently forgot about, seeing as we found this trash here still littering the side of the road.”
    “Megan, stop this nonsense.”
    Her laughter sounded like a shot in the tense room. “Nonsense? Now see, that is rather funny, what with me coming here to ask you to do the exact same thing.” Her fake smile fell. “ You stop this bullshit, or I will have to assume that you have been corrupted by Hell.”
    “Well, you know what they say about assuming.”
    As if on a silent command, all of the Ivorys summoned their weapons – swords, daggers, a double-edged axe, arrows and bows, all glowing and set aflame with the righteous light of Heaven.
    Shit.
    Although burning with the need to get Quinn as far away as possible from the danger that these opinionated and dogmatic Ivorys posed, Becca knew it could be a fatal mistake to run head-first into battle, especially when blinded by rage. She searched for that familiar and yet despised calm inside of her instead. A place devoid of any emotions, and one that left her numb. Becca had hoped she wouldn’t have to return to it ever again, but in this fight emotions running high could mean the end of Quinn’s life.
    It was three against eight, with a hostage caught in the middle.
    “I’ll get him, distract Megan so long,” Joshua quickly whispered.
    She nodded, knowing it was the best strategy. The Ivory was out for her blood, and so Becca would be the bait dangled in front of her eyes.
    Don’t do anything stupid, brother heart , she willed him in her thoughts.
    Then, clearing her mind, Becca let the emptiness cover her like a well-worn coat.
    Armed with a dagger in one hand and an explosive hex bag in the other hidden behind her back, she formed a line with Matt and Joshua at her side. The slow and heavy beat of the music in the club bled rhythm and opened up the dance floor for the fight. “Let’s do this.”
    Becca lost no time and threw the hex bag, seeing as they were up against swords and axes which had a better reach than her dagger. It exploded at the feet of one of the guys holding Quinn. He screamed, caught up in an illusion and fighting against the worst enemy of all – his biggest fear. In the meantime she took notice of her brother trying to break the other guy’s hold.
    As one, Joshua, Matt and Becca used the distraction to move forward and into the fight. Daggers blocked swords and Matt’s bow turned into an expertly wielded staff dealing out blow after painful blow. The sounds of fighting, grunts and clashing metal, singing swords cutting through air and eager for