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9. Escape is Futile-2
Dorian and Bartas sprinted from their carriage to help the others while Lucas stayed behind. The Baron’s troops approached from the path below. “We have to hurry. They’re coming,” Lucas urged. “We can’t leave them,” Dorian replied. “There’s no time.” “The kid’s right, Lucas. We can’t leave,” Bartas supported. “Damn it …they’re right. She would have done the same,” Lucas whispered, musing of his mother’s many acts of bravery. “You have to go, Rin. Get to safety now.” “I will do no such thing,” Rin protested, struggling to calm the frightened steeds. “By the time we get situated in the carriage, they’ll be here. Go now, Rin. Get to safety. That’s an order.” Rin closed his eyes, sighing. “Yes, sir,” he reluctantly obliged. He slapped the reins and sped off into the distance. Once Rin l
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