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Her skin was pale. Her lips had a bluish tint. Her body was too still, but when I pressed two fingers to her neck, I felt it.
Faint.
Fast.
A pulse.
Quincy made a sound like a broken laugh.
“She moved,” he whispered.
“Yes,” I said, clutching her to my chest. “She moved.”
Then the loading dock door behind us opened.
Garrett stood there.
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