Irina rubbed her butt and got to her feet. Gazing afar, she was startled to see a foreign human figure, making her press against Winston by reflex.

Her first reaction was that someone from the scorpion tribe was here to capture her again.

“It’s me.” Knowing females didn’t have night vision, Alva instantly identified himself after seeing her frightened reaction. “Alva.”

Irina exhaled, a relieved expression appearing on her face. Excellent. Now they had someone who could fly on their side, who could rescue people from Curtis when needed.

“When did you come? Quick, help me go take a look at Damien.”

In her anxiousness, Irina jumped up and clasped...