Becca lifted her head when the door opened. She felt relief flood her when neither Sam nor Salva entered. But surprise filled her when she saw who had come in. It was a male with black hair with red streaks, red eyes, and fair skin. Becca froze as he came close to her. She saw a flash of metal and then her arms were free. She rubbed the circulation back into her wrists, her eyes never leaving his.
“Trevor,” she whispered.
“Hello Becca. It's been a long time.”
“I thought Anton killed you.”
“You were very young when that happened, Sparrow. Three I think. And going through the shield;...
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