Angelina’s POV
“Fuckin Hell!” I screamed at the top of my lungs.
“Language!” John yelled back as we made it for cover inside the Sheriff’s building. “Perfect timing I take it! There’s savages bearing down on us, soldiers running a-muck, and your fiancé is MIA!” He pulled the desk in front of the door to barricade us is, not wanting anyone to see us if we get hit by a stray bullet and heal almost instantly.
A flurry of papers fell off of the desk and scattered everywhere, a slightly larger one landing on top of the pile. I ignored it all for now and went to the back of the jailhouse, hearing someone snoring slightly in an unlocked cell. “Excuse me?” I called out, seeing the old man on a cot out cold.
“Who’s that?” John came up behind me then, having secured the door.
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