Jo’s POV
“Where the hell are they?” I shouted as I tried to find my nunchucks. They are here somewhere. When I move a sword, a bunch of things fall. I growled in frustration but stopped when I remembered Ora was outside. “For goodness’ sake,” I then shouted, kicking a shield. Something else that is out of place. The pain in my foot tells me it was a mistake. Why is there a shield on the ground, anyway? I bend to pick it up and place it on a hook on the wall. Which is when I see the wooden handle of what I am looking for. “It’s about dammed time,” I say a bit too loudly. I bent down and grabbed hold of the handle. Now I’ve found one, the rest will be close by.
“Jo,” Ora cries out. Not Aunt Jo. Simply Jo. But it’s the panic in her voice that catches my attention.
I drop what I am holdin
