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I soak in every aspect of this moment. The press of Lincoln’s arms around me. The drip-drop of condensation from somewhere deep in the cave. The screeching of Aldred as he loses his cool. I want to bottle this up and save it for the hopeless times, because chances are, there’ll be plenty of those in my future. And when they arrive, I’ll mentally return to the here and now, remembering how Lincoln and I kicked some serious ass today.
But then, Aldred’s screeching gets earsplittingly loud. The moment ends. Oh, well.
“They are guilty!” Aldred’s mismatched eyes are wild with rage. After that, he rushes across the aisle, his face flushed red and fist c****d high.
Even worse, he’s coming straight for me.
The move takes me by surprise. Aldred is a lot of things, but a warrior isn’t one of
