Screaming, I ducked, throwing my hands up over my face. Glass bit into my exposed flesh and lodged in my curls. Dozens of drops of blood welled up on the backs of my hands, calves, and the skin at the V of my throat. Bad day to wear a skirt.

Two figures in head-to-toe black stepped into the room.

Gelman chanted. The couches flew together stacking one above the other and barricading us from our ambushers before bursting into flame.

The two stepped through the ...