He’s following her. She doesn’t see him . . . but he’s right there. Why doesn’t she see him? Why isn’t she running? I can’t see his face, it’s in shadow. . . .” Dabria’s eyes flew open. She sucked in a quick, sharp breath. “Who?” Patch said. Dabria curled her hands against her mouth. She was trembling as she raised her eyes to Patch’s. “You,” she whispered.
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