The woman grabbed Bacoj’s wrist, her expression drawing down in desperation. “You have to save us. The Tragooms have the rest pinned down in our camp. There are children!”
Bacoj scowled. At first Lindsey thought he might be angry that he was expected to rescue a bunch of helpless Earthers, but his muttered, “Hate Tragooms. Want all dead,” told her different.
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