Mina
The growls grew louder, but suddenly there were footsteps—heavy, urgent—and a blur of movement. Someone tackled the rogue, sending it sprawling across the dirt. I twisted my head to see... what? A group of prisoners fighting off the remaining rogues… It was blurry. I was sure. But their faces looked determined to let the rogues go back to whatever hell they all crawled out of. Relief washed over me, and pain itched all over my back, but I didn’t move. Not until I was sure Tito was safe.
Tito groaned beneath me, shifting slightly. “Mina… you’re crushing me.”
I huffed out a breathless laugh, even as tears continued to slide down my face. “Too bad,” I whispered. “I’m not letting go.”
Tito sniffed, wiping his face with the back of his hand. “You’re such a pain,” he muttered, but
