CHAPTER TWELVE
MIRA
Sabela had passed out in my arms as we made our way to the bottleneck. We were almost there when she woke up, and she started to panic.
“Easy little one, you are safe,” I heard Farukan’s rumble.
Sabela stopped moving. “Who — Farukan? Is that you?”
“Yes. You are safe. We have you now.”
“Huh. Wondered… what you… sounded like…” She shifted her head around to see my face. “Who’s… Oh… Sorry, boss.”
Before I could say anything, she passed out again. Once in camp, we laid her out on a blanket and Mooren started looking over her injuries.
“That arm is going to need stitches,” he said. “So are a couple of these other wounds.”
There was a gash running from her shoulder almost all the way to her elbow. Fortunately, Valdeg hadn’t been cutting very deeply or she might never
