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Trayrock, A few days after the stormLyric parked the black 4WD before the entrance to the bunker and hopped out to find Niarthen ready with one of the crates. “You should rest,” she told him as she opened the rear of the 4WD for him. “You are still not recovered from the water illness.”“I am well enough,” he assured her calmly stroking his hand over the curve of her skull and leaning down to rub his cheek against hers. “The worst is behind me.”She closed her eyes leaning into the caress. “Don’t be an idiot and overdo it.”He laughed under his breath and turned to return to the bunker for the next crate. It was quicker done with his help, Lyric admitted to herself as they loaded the 4WD with everything that she anticipated they would need for the journey from food that would not last in the bunker through to bedding for the nights…The nights… She caught her bottom lip between her teeth and slid Niarthen a glance under her eyelashes as he pulled on a t-shirt of Arthur’s that she had
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