Mira, Wait for Me

Cyrus's POV

"Let go of me!"

A shrill curse and the sound of scuffling came from not far off. Angelina wrenched herself free of two Gamma warriors, gathered her mud-soaked skirts in both hands, and came running at me heedless of anything.

"Cyrus!"

She dropped to her knees in the mud beside me...

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