LEILA
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Around us, the men who had come with Damien were down, not defeated exactly, but static and some were on their knees, weapons pointing at the ground like they'd run out of fight for this moment while others just stood, slumped over, watching us with empty eyes.
The fight had drained out of this place, leaving behind only a heavy, waiting silence broken by the rising thrum of the chopper overhead.
Gerald kept his grip on my arm, pulling me towards the distant noise, but then he hesitated.
Just for a second, his steps slowing and he didn’t turn his whole body, but his head angled back, back towards Misa who stood frozen where we’d left her.
I saw it, the way his eyes locked onto her face, the muscles in his jaw tightening and it wasn’t just looking, it was seeing.
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