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She peered at my red skin.

It seemed to form a crack in her hesitant mind.

“Come with me,” I said softly. “What do you have to lose?”

It was what she needed to hear.

She looked into my eyes and there, shimmering on the surface like on the pool of a rich and powerful fountain of life, I witnessed the same thing I had seen the night before when she peered at me through those long lashes from her pale and beautiful face, that undefeatable resistance that would never back down, would never surrender.

The strength I saw in her the moment I looked at her—the first real time I looked at her and not her broach—but really looked into her eyes and saw who she was.

She reached out a hand. It was small and dainty but I would never mistake the strength contained within this small lady.

Zaaaap!

The guards opened fire and the bolts struck the doors on either side of us.

Agatha leaped back to avoid the worst of the attack, further from my reach.

The door had less than an inch to cover.

I bolted forward and grabbed Agatha by the arm and yanked her through the gap and into my arms.

The door crushed the device, obliterating it.

The guards opened fire and their bolts struck the security grid but did not pass through.

On the other side of the latticework, I saw the face of a guard.

He was dressed like the others but he was bigger, stronger, a more formidable force.

I couldn’t make out his eyes but through the visor, I sensed him staring at me.

His armor was dented and damaged from countless fights and matched the scars I had crisscrossing my body.

I knew without a shadow of a doubt I would be seeing more of that figure, and for some reason that drew a cold shudder from me.

The doors shut the final few inches, wiping him from view, but very much not from my mind.

I shifted my focus to Agatha, who remained clutched close to my body and looked up at me.

I had risked my life reaching through that doorway to snatch her.

I had never risked my life for anybody before.

Nobody.

Why did Agatha have such a profound effect on me?

And why was I so afraid of it?

“Come on,” I said. “They’ll open the doors as soon as they can and begin searching for us. The further we can get from them, the better.”

3

AGATHA

I was out.

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