I see it all. SSAs, sprawled on the floor, barely breathing. Daniel—a juijitsu master—on one knee, bleeding. Glenda and Cindi, beside the downed SSAs, looking up, terrified. Three intruders, smirking, with bloodstained fists. One clenches Kay’s hair to her skull.
His eyes meet mine. His smirk becomes a grin. He steps toward me, dragging her behind him.
“Let her go, and you can all leave,” I say.
A pause. Then laughter. “Move!” he snaps, his free hand flashing with what is, to him, blinding speed.
I block his sluggish assault. His grin disappears. I flash him my own.
“You should have let me sleep,” I whisper.
He tries again. But I’m a storm of blows he and the others won’t withstand.
Afterward, I offer Kay my hand.
“It’s over.”
‘…city lilacs
release their sweet, wild perfume
then bow down, heavy with rain.’
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