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Blood Ties

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LEO

I walked out of that room and straight past the four Elders waiting in the corridor.

They turned to follow me. I kept walking.

"Ms. Reyes—"

"Give me five minutes."

I found the medical bay two corridors over. Coach Voss—Briar Reyes—was propped up on the cot, pale but conscious, a bandage around his midsection and Kaira sitting in the chair beside him. She looked up when I came in and read my face and quietly stood and left without being asked.

I closed the door.

He looked at
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