Chapter 76
Late-January: 3,389 BC
Earth: Uruk Territory
GITA
"Gita?"
A hand touched her forearm shaking her awake.
"Gita. It's time to go."
Gita didn't need to open her eyes to know whose voice whispered to her in the dark.
"Dadbeh?"
She rolled over, reluctant to leave the wonderful dream where she lay, asleep, in Mikhail's wings, and that as she did he kissed her hair and called her mo shaol maité. The song faded, along with the warm sensation it always brought to her chest, leaving her feeling so barren it felt a though her ribcage might collapse inwards to fill the emptiness caused by his absence.
"The others are ready," Dadbeh whispered. "If we don't move now, we'll lose the element of surprise."
Gita pushed aside her borrowed blanket and sat upright. The moment she did, her
