AMARA’S POV

We were all set and ready to go.

Black Fire soldiers bustled around the courtyard, carrying ammunitions and weapons of all kinds. A convoy was lined up from the gates to the safe house’s entrance. At the end of the convoy were two ambulances with Ruth checking every single equipment.

I decided it was best she came with us. She would remain at a reasonable distance from the chaos but close enough to render aid to the injured.

She would be going with ten other medical ...