Holding ground
“Move!” the captain barked sharply, his jaw tight, frustration flashing in his eyes. His hands twitched on the weapon he held, waiting for her to back down. But Megan’s chest rose and fell in sharp rhythm, her breathing fast but steady. She held her ground, her expression resolute. It was dangerous, maybe even foolish, but something inside her wouldn’t bend. Compassion burned brighter than fear, keeping her rooted, refusing to let her retreat.
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