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Tess cursed and stared up at her hands. He’d tied her high and tight, so there was no give, no way to untie the knot or break free from her bonds. The chaos of the previous fight and flight settled. The snippets of conversation she overheard were positive and negative. None of the refugees, or any of Leo’s soldiers, had been captured, but there were deaths on the mercenary side and serious injuries for a few of the Enhancers. If she could free herself, she might be able to help. She possessed a healing ability, one she had practiced and honed. Not trained in medicine, at least formally, she could relieve pain and aid in recovery.
A low, quiet whistle sounded. She stilled her movements and listened. Attempting to twist around to locate who tried to gain her attention, she didn’t see an
