Melina walked over to the guard whom Caine had killed. She murmured an unfamiliar spell and pointed with one finger at the body. A long, black needle shot out of the tip of her finger and speared the man, just below his left breast.

Caine jumped back with a curse. “I already...”

“You always make sure with Ironclads,” Melina spat. She turned to Vix, her hair a disheveled mess and her eyes furious. “Always.”

Vix met her gaze unflinchingly. “We could have just ...