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The guy beside me whistled back.
“It’s okay,” he said to me, putting his hand on my hands and telling me to drop my weapon.
Two big, towering shadows of men emerged, clambering effortlessly over the crumpled remains of the gate.
They ripped their goggles off and pulled the masks down from their mouths. The man who’d helped me escape did the same.
“Strain?” the taller one with the scar in his left brow asked. He had dark, thick, wavy hair, mussed and wild like he had a bad habit of running his fingers through it constantly. His gray eyes sparkled almost silver in the bright moonlight.
“Kappa,” the guy beside me said.
Both men nodded, their eyes drifting down my body in blatant appreciation.
I stiffened beneath their gazes and stood up taller, tipping up my chin in challenge.
Their lips curled in smug smirks, and the taller guy’s scarred brow lifted slightly.
I wanted to punch him.
They were probably the same ages as me, maybe slightly older. Early twenties, but they were super soldiers, there was no doubt about it. Their physique and mountains of muscles told me that. Along with the fact that the guy beside me had quite possibly taken down ten or more soldiers by himself.
“Plan?” the shorter, beefier guy asked. His eyes were a vibrant green, and I could tell by the way his scruff shimmered on his jaw that he was blond, even though he wore a knit cap on his head.
“Survival pack five miles. Boat another twenty,” said the first guy.
I really needed some names.
The two new arrivals nodded, then all three men turned to head off into the woods without saying another word or looking at me.
“Do you have any idea which direction the pack is?” I asked, staring at the wide expanses of their backs.
They all stopped and turned to face me. Then they exchanged looks with each other.
I smirked and snorted. “It’s north. We need to follow the North Star and stay on course.” I was about to tell them more and the exact location of the buried survival pack but then thought better of it. If they knew exactly where the pack was, what was to stop them from killing me and taking the gear and boat for themselves?
No. If they didn’t have any additional information, then they’d want to keep me alive at least until I led them to the boat.
I could still probably kill all three of them, but it’d take a lot out of me to do so, so I’d rather not if I could help it.
They all nodded, then silently turned to walk back into the woods.
I scrambled after them, only barely aware of the sharp rocks and twigs beneath my feet. I was about to open my mouth and demand some answers, like who were they? What was their plan? And did they intend to kill me? But my words were clipped off before they even started when the guy who found me in the compound reached out, snagged me by the arm, and hauled me behind an uprooted tree on its side, its roots exposed and providing decent cover. The other two guys ducked behind it too.
What the—?
The ground shook, and the explosion echoed through the forest as the entire compound detonated, sending up smoke and causing flames to flicker through the trees.
My mouth dropped open.
They all exchanged looks, nodded, got up, and continued on deeper into the woods.
“What is going on here? Who are you?” I demanded, running to stand in front of them.
They glared down at me and stopped only a stride and a half in front of me. An intimidation tactic if ever there was one.
I lifted my chin. I wasn’t going to be intimidated. I didn’t care that they’d helped me escape. I could have taken all those men on the other side of the door and killed Moord. I also didn’t entirely believe that Moord had Neffers. Maybe Neffers was already dead? Or he escaped. Or … guilt made my gut churn, or maybe the explosion in the compound killed Neffers where he was being kept prisoner by Moord. Had we just killed Neffers?
I had to believe that we hadn’t. That Moord was lying and Neffers had escaped.
