LEILA
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He yanked me forward, hard, dragging me towards the chopper.
Just as he was about to shove me towards the gaping entrance, a movement at the edge of my blurry vision snagged my attention.
Someone detached themselves from the scattered, kneeling forms of the men Damien had brought. A single figure, straightening, starting to walk towards us across the empty space.
My breath hitched.
Who the hell?
Why?
These men weren't soldiers in uniform, bound by some patriotic duty or rigid command structure.
These were his men.
Rough-looking, built for utility, faces obscured by shadow or circumstance, men who worked for well, for the Alvaro’s but on a different ground because I’ve never seen this set, they looked different from the security men back at the Alvaro’s compoun
