One of those beautiful panes of glass had been replaced several months before when the Mercesti leader had thrown a chair through it. The reason for that particular tantrum had been due in part to Ryce’s failure to complete a mission.Sure, he hadn’t been the only one who failed. His fellow commanders, Angius and the mentally-gifted Layla, had all been sent to the Becoming ceremony to acquire one of Saraqael’s daughters. Grolkinei didn’t have to rage to remind any of them how they had been defeated by three half-human girls who had only just acquired their powers. Angius still bled freely from the cuts he received by the unusually skilled daughter, Amber. Her sword had been blessed, which meant he would never heal. Ryce bore his own scars from where the white panther controlled by the daughter named Olivia had taken a swipe at his leg. He thought of Olivia whenever he saw the scar.In fact, he thought of her more often than that. She had even invaded his dreams.He couldn’t seem to stop obsessing about their brief encounter.
