Elira's POV

I ran the boot over my heels before raising my head to the men. The men Dominic had brought. They were all burly but I knew physique wasn't the first thing in battle.

It was strategy, sharp movement and precise thinking. On the bench where the ammunition lay, I reached for one of the daggers, running my fingers over it.

I had missed this, the feeling of being in control, lunging an attack, pushing the dagger into flesh until the person dropped. I had missed all of it.

I held the dagger in my arms, and walked to one of the men. Dominic had brought 20 first because...