Chapter 95
February: 3,389 BC
Earth: South of Assur
GITA
Panic interrupted the song as Gita slept before the dawn.
Get out! Now!
Her heart raced as she woke up screaming. Even though the sky only bore the slightest hint of pre-dawn grey, her eyes were filled with fire and destruction.
"Mikhail!" Gita shrieked.
Dadbeh leaped up and grabbed his spear, aiming outwards into the desert and not at her, perceiving she had screamed because of a threat. The wiry man was fierce despite his unimpressive stature, and had there been a raider, Gita had no doubt he would have done his best to keep them safe. He checked on their prisoner's bindings, and then backed up to see what had spooked her.
“Gita,” Dadbeh whispered, “are you okay?”
She stifled the urge to cry out. It felt as though her bra
