Two more walls of the tent shredded open, revealing Enzo's companions. Tiziano stepped in first, flanked by two Supreme Squad members and three others I didn't recognize. Seven of them, closing in like a tightening noose. Winning wasn't likely, but I'd go down fighting before surrendering.

"Get the hell out," I snarled, gripping my blade and shifting into a fighting stance as the shifters closed around me. "Or you'll be the ones dying."

Enzo snorted. "Put down the blade, Gianna. Whatever ...