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“Chesca! We need to help her,” I whispered loudly, ready to run to our friend.
“Wait,” Darren hissed. He clamped his calloused hand around my arm, squeezing harder than I liked.
“What?”
“This could be a trap. She might just be playing a part.”
I yanked my wrist from his grip. “What are you talking about? She’s hurt.”
“She could be pretending to be, to lure us closer.”
“Don’t be ridiculous. She clearly has nothing to do with this. It’s not the Coyotes, you said it yourself!”
“Coyotes have a reputation of being mercenaries. They’re always working for someone.” He scanned the room, not moving an inch to free the chained up girl.
“Well, while you’re taking your time, I’m helping Chesca.” I pushed past him, the puddles splashing as I crossed the room towards the young woman. Darren’
