Rashida had let herself believe the nightmare was finished. Then four presences pressed down on her senses all at once, and the night politely informed her it had been saving the worst for last.
She threw up a wall of solid timber across Jax's path, less to stop an enemy than to stop the idiot from sprinting headfirst into his own grave.
Loki didn't break stride for any of it. She strolled out of the dark and onto the open field like she was arriving somewhere pleasant, and three more figures came walking out of the shadows behind her.
The moment they cleared into the light Jax placed one of them, the headmaster of the dark academy, though something about the man sat wrong compared to their last meeting.
Beside him stood two women. The first one didn't require any guesswork, because a figure that tall with black horns twisting up out of her skull tends to announce itself.
