Suzan woke up warm. Too warm. For a second she didn't know where she was. The tent was small, the air smelled like wet grass and rain, and the sound of water dripping from the mango leaves above was still going _drip... drip... drip._ Then she felt it. A heavy blanket over her shoulders, tucked tight around her legs, almost like someone had wrapped her like a baby. The blanket. The same blanket Darren had stolen last night. She sat up fast, her ponytail messy, her eyes wide. "Darren?" He was not beside her. He was on the other side of the tiny tent, leaning against the tent pole, sleeping sitting up. His black shirt was still damp from last night's rain, stuck to his shoulders. His arms were crossed tight over his chest, trying to keep warm. His face, that always looked arrogant and cold, was pale now. His lips had lost color. He was shivering in his sleep, small shivers. Suzan's heart did something strange. _Thump._ Wait. He gave it to her? Last night she ha
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