4
Sophia
The last man walked directly beneath me and I held my breath, not daring to make so much as a whisper of sound as he stopped moving. Heart pounding so loudly I feared he would hear it, I clutched at the tree and prayed he would just keep going. If he looked up, straight up, I’d be his.
The weapon in his hand, a larger version of the space gun I’d held earlier—the gun I’d used to kill—rested across his arm like a familiar friend. The dark black sleeves of his uniform inched up and I bit my lip to keep the scream trapped in my throat as I spotted the tattoo on the inside of his wrist.
The three-headed serpent.
Fuck.
That answered that. The transporter guy must have sent these three to finish me off.
I closed my eyes, the air I’d held trapped in my lungs burning like acid.
Wi
