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Just as she was about to drop her weight to the floor to scoop up the weapon, the Procurer snaked his foot out around her to kick it away.
It skidded under the couch. Kira stifled a curse.
“You weren’t about to do something foolish, were you?” the Procurer murmured in her ear. “I felt you tense up.”
Kira ignored him and chose to look at Nick instead. Trevor was gripping his shoulder, his tanned face pinched and white. His blackened left eye stood out in stark contrast.
‘I’m sorry.’ She mouthed the words to them.
Trevor looked as if he was ready to charge in, but Nick held out an arm to keep him back. Nick held her gaze, as if to let her know he was still there for her, no matter what happened next.
I have to do something!
Nick was weaponless, and both he and Trevor were already
