Daryl leaned back against the wall next to the doors of the Center. The witches had left, unable to break the line and were probably gonna regroup. But with more of the Hillingdon patrols heading out to make sure larger groups of witches weren't gonna pull anything, he felt safe enough for the next day or two.

"Want this place guarded, 24-7," he said in a voice raised just high enough to be heard by his people. His feline friends would do some of the watching and raising of any alarms if someone tried to pull shit. "Figure out what to do with it later."

If anyone who'd helped him tried to go inside, well, he wasn't gonna stop them.