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... Something warm and wet slid up the side of his neck.
It circled his jaw, slow and patient, and the tip of it curled behind his ear and stayed there.
His eyes were still closed, body numb from thrashing under the river currents—most of which he was unconscious for.
The slippery thing was tasting him now the way he’d lick an ice cream tub. His brain was still half-asleep, judging by the saliva drooling out his lower lip. And the only person within a hundred miles of him was ...
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