She called them. Of course she did. As the Order closed in and trapped us, I shook myself free of the curiosity I had for this Ameline, for Quaid and the two dark haired girls poking their noses out the back door. One looked familiar, the youngest having enough of Ethie in her I realized the truth. No Gabriel. Of course, no Gabriel.
He, at least, was one of a kind.
The idea made me want to laugh in the face of the crushing power of the soldiers around me. Ameline and Quaid seemed small in comparison, the backyard space shrunk to a tiny patch of grass trampled under shining metal boots. The full weight of their energy settled on my shoulders, driving me to my knees. Irresistible their power, an equal to mine. Sure, I might have been able to take on one, maybe two. But twenty?
We were so screwed. And it was all my fault for letting myself get distracted.