A member of the border patrol stood with his rifle aimed at me, right at my chest.
His stance was perfect, his posture relaxed enough. He was about sixteen.
"Well," he said. "This is a surprise. Hello, Overseer."
Alaina grabbed JJ and stood behind me. I held my rifle in my right hand. In the time it took me to raise it, he could kill me. The soft breeze turned stifling. The young man took a step toward us. I held up my left hand. "Guardian, we can talk about this."
"All I need to know is the Grand General wants you dead."
Chapter 11 posts tomorrow! Usually chapter 11 isn’t something to look forward to, but this one is awesome!
Here’s a snippet.
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