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92 - Visions
“Anzi—”
“I’ll explain after,” she said between gritted teeth. “Just give me room.”
Easier demanded than given. She doubted anything Kai said to his men would make them back off as she roved her hands over their fallen comrade’s form. He was young, perhaps only a little older than she was, and now naked as she had thrown off the animal skin covering so she could inspect the wounds on his flesh. But it wasn’t his modesty the tribesmen worried for. Out of the corner of her eye, she could see one of them with his hand hovering by his thigh where he must be carrying a unfriendly blade. Kai’s vouching for her didn’t mean much, it seemed, and even if he used that strange voice from before that he’d subdued his men with, she knew it would do nothing to change their minds.
But she wasn’t here to beg for their approval. They could mistrust her all they wanted. She was still the only one who could do anything about this dying
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