"That loot needs somebody to loot it," Vette agreed, drawing both of her blasters and turning to face the castle, herself. "I think it's been waiting a long time for us to come along."

This was hard and messy and it was hurting her head and her heart, and she couldn't start making her way toward that castle fast enough.

The roiling sense of dread that was practically coming from it in waves had nothing on teenage insecurities.