Preface

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I dropped to the floor the instant my captor released me. Unprepared for the fall, my hands remained twisted behind my back and I landed hard on my face. A warm metallic trickle filled my mouth as my tooth punctured my lip.

I scurried back against the wall as two bodies violently collided above me. The bald guy was getting his ass kicked, literally. As he fell to his knees, I got a look at his opponent. I don't know why, but I screamed when I saw his face.

It was Zaphron.

Two sickening kicks to the back of his bald head, and my pursuer was out cold. I stared in shock at his slumped body and swallowed down the vomit climbing my throat.

My eyes followed Zaphron's boots as he stepped over the man and stopped in front of me.

"Astrid?"

There was blood on the toe of his left boot. The dark crimson blending with the black—making it look wet and shiny. It made me shiver.

"Astrid, we have to go. Can you walk?"

 Can you walk?"

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