Chapter 68

• Before we could banter further, Dylan, Rafael's right-hand man, appeared in the doorway. His expression was a mix of disbelief and admiration, which only made me more self-aware of how much I had pushed myself.
• "Cassandra," he said, stopping just short of where I sat, his voice low. "Do you have any idea how many you took down?"
• I shook my head, the weariness seeping into my bones. "I stopped keeping track when my arms started feeling like dead weight," I admitted, trying to make light of it, but failing to hide the exhaustion in my voice.