Sammerin’s hand caught my arm, his fingers digging into my skin. He didn’t speak, but then, he didn’t have to. His serious stare told me that he knew what I was going to do, and why, and that he couldn’t stop me. It took palpable effort not to let my voice tighten as I said, “I know you want to have a moment, you romantic bastard, but no time for that now. When this is all over. Sunset and all.” His eyes only barely crinkled. Weakly, he removed his hand from my arm just enough to form a particularly vulgar gesture. I let out a laugh that was really a sigh of relief. “That’s the spirit. Now get
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