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the same time.
“Two weeks.”
Then Silven made a sound.
Small.
Wrong.
Lenora turned.
Blood was spreading dark across the side of his coat.
He had been hit more seriously than she realized.
Matteo was already at his arm, pressing hard, his face stripped clean of everything but focus.
“Car,” he snapped. “Now.”
Lenora moved before thought caught up.
“Silven.”
He looked continue reading …
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