The rabbi and his group had moved out.
None of the men said much as we cleared each room, but they got especially silent when I stopped in front of the place where I'd been held captive.
Rohan went to open the door for me, but Drio nudged him out of the way.
"You need to do this," he said.
Baruch put his hand on my shoulder, which gave me the courage to turn the knob.
Other than the Tomb, which was gone, the room was exactly as I'd left it. My magic surged out of me. I whirled in a shrieking fury, obliterating everything in there, blowing up machines, decimating the dingy mattress I'd slept on, and melting and twisting that damn metal table.
Mandelbaum would never get the jump on me again.
I stood in the wreckage, fists balled, and wondered why even with all my power, I didn't feel any better. I mustered up a smile. "The worst part was staring at that paint job."