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“I hear you,” I said, “but for now, we should focus on how we plan on retaliating against the Kings for Iggy.”

We’d buried Iggy in a plot of land in her favorite section of the forest. It was a small ceremony—just her family, me, Dom, and Iggy’s close friends. It was the first time I had seen Iggy’s family since I broke the news of her death, and the first thing they’d asked me was what I was going to do about her death. They rightfully wanted some retribution for their loss.

Dom sighed. “Alright, what do you propose?”

“We could do the same thing they did—send a special team to attack them while they’re unawares.”

“I don’t know. I don’t think that’s direct enough.”

“That’s fair.” I would never attack children, expectant mothers, or their infirmaries directly, but it was hard to know exactly how to respond when Iggy had meant so much to the community, and to me, as a member of my inner circle. “We could target someone who Troy keeps close to him.”

“An assassination,” Dom said with a no