#Chapter 92: Escape
The man moves closer, coming right for us. I tense all of my muscles, ready to fight, when I blink and realize the identity of the man in question.
It’s Tristan.
Breathe exhales my lungs so sharply, I feel like it’s been punched out of me. Tears well in my eyes, relief flooding through me.
Tristan is here. He’s Caleb’s Beta. He’ll know what to do.
“Harper,” he says with realization. Some of his own tension eases from him, as he comes closer and helps slide Caleb onto his side, off of me. “Is he?”
“Alive,” I tell him.
Tristan touches Caleb’s neck to be sure. “Thank the gods.”
“He fell from a window. Most of his bones are broken, he said.”
“He was awake?”
“Briefly,” I say.
Tristan exhales and nods. “Good. That’s good.”
Tristan has blood splatter on his face and his knuckles are cracked like he’d done some serious punching. He’s changed since I last saw him, now wearing the same black soldier uniform that looks suspiciously like the enemies…
My nerves start to itch

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