Akira's POV The warehouse stayed cold, as graylight slipped through the cracked window. Ronan sat against the wall all night, eyes opened, never sleeping. I lay on the crate, I tried to sleep, but it never came easy. My mind was running too fast. The pain, hate, the strange heat in my chest, it paused soft now, like breathing.I was pretending to sleep as I kept my eyes closed. There was a strange noise outside, but Ronan heard it first, as he was watching the door. Soft steps, not from one person but a lot. Too many steps, not random, organized, he stood up quietly with no sounds.His hand went to the blade at his side, I felt it. I opened my eyes slowly, as the air got heavier.“What is it?” My voice barely above a whisper. He put one finger to his lip to silence me. “Company” He moved close to the window.He peeked through a broken board. They're four shadows outside, tall, moving all together, moving carefully.Crimson Moon guards. I knew their scent, even now that I am
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