SARA’S POV
The air didn’t just feel wrong.
It pressed.
Like something unseen had wrapped its fingers around the entire camp and was slowly tightening its grip.
Sara stood in the center of the clearing, her chest rising and falling steadily, even though every instinct in her body was screaming at her to move… to run… to fight.
Something was coming.
And it wasn’t small.
“Again,” she snapped.
The rogue tied to the post in front of her coughed, blood spilling from the corner of his mouth. His body was already broken ,bruised ribs, a dislocated shoulder, cuts that hadn’t stopped bleeding.
And still…
he smiled.
Sara’s eyes hardened.
“You think this is a game?” she asked coldly, stepping closer. “You think you can come into our territory, attack our people, and walk away laughing?”
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