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The second drone approached and slapped a pair of metal cuffs on his ankles.

There was a loud whining noise as both drones activated a powerful magnet that drew the metal cuffs upwards, and each of the prisoner’s feet attached to the underside of a drone.

The prisoner blinked, coming awake.

He peered down at us and saw us immediately.

He waved and pointed at us.

“Wait!” he said. “Wait! There are others! Right there! There are others!”

The drones paid him no attention as they sailed off into the sky, careening back toward Ikmal prison.

Only once the dull rushing air of their powerful propellers had dissipated did Egara climb off me.

I didn’t get to my feet.

I rolled onto one shoulder and listened as closely as I could to the surrounding area.

Hearing nothing, I peered up at Egara, who pulled on his shirt and pants, covering up the sandy appearance of his skin.

“You’re a shifter?” I said.

“No, not quite,” he said.

“But your skin…”

“I can change it to the color of the sand, of my surroundings, but I can’t form different shapes. That would be a real gift.”

“I don’t know, camouflage seems pretty cool to me.”

“Come on,” he said. “We should keep moving.”

I dusted off my clothes and followed after him.

Once again, he had saved my life.

I wondered how many more times he would have to do it before all this was over.

And would I get the chance to save his in return?

The heat from the sun was nothing like anything I had ever felt back on Earth.

It hit me full in the face like a laser beam set to kill.

What I wouldn’t give for some sunblock.

Egara had no such concern.

His skin was already bright red, used to conditions like this.

I grew up in California and was used to hot weather but nothing like this.

Egara noticed my discomfort and removed his shirt.

He did the top button up and placed the collar for the neck over my head, so it was like a veil.

Only my hair faced the sun now and it was already heating up.

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