"Can you show it to me, again?" Carlisle stood on the furthest end of the main hall, his hands resting on the either sides of his waist. "Go ahead, Kaylene. Summon your sword."
For some reason, it was hot inside the hall. The air conditioning system must have been busted again. Rivulets of sweat soaked the shirt I wore under my insulated leather gear. I was standing in the center of the long hall, barefoot on the polished floor. Around me, the New York Soul Dealers watched. My eyes darted around and all I could see was an ocean of faces staring back at me. I knew that what I was doing was for a mission, but I could not help but feel like a specimen on a petri dish being prodded around for a science experiment. My gaze continued to sweep the room. It was as though I was looking for somethi
