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Renwick gasped, eyes flying open, jolting to life at the sound. “Oh, thank the fucking Gods,” Rua gasped, voice trembling. Her shaking hands skirted over Renwick’s body as his emerald eyes found hers. “Are you injured?” “I don’t know,” he breathed, his chest rising and falling in heavy pants. He lifted an icy hand to her face, sweeping his thumb across her cheek. “We have to find shelter and get warm now,”
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