The final roster had been decided by that evening. Qatrand returned to their quarters with the documents, signatures still drying on the bottom of the official papers. Seven other cultivators would join her in the mobile strike force, each bringing valuable skills and histories that fit their assignment.
Elua looked up from the small wooden table where she was arranging various items for the other girl to take with her. Notably the finished brooches as symbols of her squad… and what appeared to be a slim obsidian talisman. An object whose existence the Yecine was uncomfortable with.
'But when she agreed to destroy it if I just said the word, I couldn't nod. Turns out I'd rather be an accomplice to premeditated vengeance than be the reason why something even more terrible happened.'
Qat felt a little distressed about that, but hadn't come up with a better answer. She sat the papers down on the table and shrugged out of her black blazer.
