Khalida smirks at him. “Agreed. Strength is nice, but wits always win.”

None of that works because Asa was on her back and she’s too heavy to be thrown. When Amber fails, Asa kicks her knees her square in the jaw, backflips to her feet, then grabs Amber’s hair and yanks her head back. She punches her hard in the nose. “Surrender.”

Sorcha keeps memorizing every move. 

Layla straightens and smiles brightly. ‘Is it the tech part?’