“Exactly,” Sophie agreed. “I mean, we broke into Exile. How hard could it be?” The flames over Marella’s hands cooled back to blue, and her lips pulled into a smile. “You guys should see the looks on your bodyguards’ faces right now. It’s like a contest to see who can give the evilest glare – though your guard doesn’t really look surprised, Biana.” “I’m sure he isn’t,” Biana said, smiling over her shoulder at poor Woltzer.”
