“Are you okay?” I was confused, and searched Miig’s torso for signs of blood. Why was he shaking? “Did he shoot you?” I reached out and pulled his button-up shirt to the side, looking for a hole. “It wasn’t me.” He forced key after key into the lock until one slid to the hilt and clicked. “He didn’t shoot me.” Miig met my eyes for only a second, but I saw panic there; it stitched into his iris and brought electricity to the surface. He yanked the door open, and she fell into his arms. Obviously, she’d been pushed up against the back doors, waiting for her rescue. He caught her and sank to the
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