Round 6

Silra's teal eyes narrowed as she assessed the situation: Abby trembling against the wall, Halie trying to comfort her, Jeane already plotting expansion despite the obvious fucking mess they were in, and now footsteps upstairs that knew exactly where to go. I sighed, pulling my hair back into a tighter ponytail. "Okay, here's how this goes down," I said, voice low but crisp. "Halie's right—we secure the basement first because those assholes up there are looking for us specifically."