The Match

Ciara came to the patrol’s main base alone because she thought she already knew the way there. What she didn’t consider was that no one would greet her kindly when they saw her. Well, there was one person who greeted her with a smile. Scott’s friend named Sewell, scuttled over to her and looked behind her.

“Where is Mr. Griffith?” he asked. He looked back one more time, then looked at Ciara.

“Er—he, still at his house.” She bit the inside of her lip and turned her gaze toward the team members who were observing her. “Am I going to fight them all?” she asked.

Sewell raised both eyebrows and followed her gaze. “No!” He exclaimed while gesticulating with both hands. “Not them all. Relax! Burke and Godrick have also taken orders not to be too hard on you.”

“Why?”

Sewell looked confused. “What do you mean, why?”

“What’s with that order?” Ciara had thought Burke and Godrick were worried about her, but it would make no sense.

This time, it was Sewell’s turn to look nervous. “That—that is bec