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“Where are they, you piece of shit?” She strode over to slas of silver-blue appeared in her peripheral vision “Talk”
“I would do as she says,” Janvier draithout reer-happy”
“I’h his cowardly quivering
Ashwini thought they could change that, her current mood without“I have thee wooden crates
No, she thought and ran
Janvier ran right beside her, leaving the gibbering guard to Illiuht the crowbar Janvier looked to have picked up frorabbed a ha her the crowbar
Naasir was already using his claws to wrench the slats off one box, his strength ferocious She went to a second, while Janvier took a third Three of the Legion arrived two seconds later and joined in
Ashwini hoped with her every breath that Naasir rong, that they’d find nothingthan schmaltzy souvenirs, but she could smell what Lilli had, understood nohy the scent hadimpression on the tortured wo the crowbar to wrench up a slat
Naasir growled loud enough to raise every tiny hair on her body and, throwing aside a slat, picked up an e her into the arion, he said, “Fly!” Every member of the teaht find
Ashwini could see that her crate wasn’t e over to help It took another excruciating half second to get the slats off enough that she could see the woainst the victi No, wait There it was A faint flutter “She’s alive!” she yelled at the same time that Janvier yelled the same
Naasir lifted out the woan to screa it was seeing a male that had set her off Janvier backed out of view at the saht,” she said to Brooke “You’re safe” Nude body bruised and bloodied, one of her eyes swollen half-shut and her lip split open, the auburn-haired wo you to a hospital”
Brooke was already fading, eyes glazed by shock and face pale, but she struggled to speak “Giorgiohurt”
“We’ll get hi the words, Brooke forced out, “M-hts, sirens on the doorstep
“Janvier!” Ashwini called out “Help me carry her to the ambulance” She could’ve done it in a fireravate any internal injuries Brooke had sustained, and with the wounded wo lost her battle with unconsciousness, she wouldn’t be traumatized by the contact with a entleness “I have her, cher”