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Chapter One-Hundred and Thirty-Six: Four Hours Until Dawn

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Damien held her gaze for a beat longer than necessary, the bond humming between them like a plucked wire, before he turned sharply toward the war tent.

"Inside. All of you."

Natasha followed, her boots sinking into the churned earth as Lyra peeled off toward the healer's tent with a brief nod of understanding.

Jasper fell into step behind Natasha, his scarred hands resting on his belt, his auburn hair dark with sweat from the ride.

Two of Natasha's Crescent Moon lieutenants, Soren and Dax, ente
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