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stared at the flames dancing less than two dozen feet away.
The French
Streaks of emotion burned through my panic. We’re going to get through this. Not I. We.
They’re going to get you and, worse, me killed. She’s fucking with your judgment, Markovic.
It’s time you found out exactly the type of man Vuk Markovic really is.