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... aking.
He took the stairs four at a time and reached the second floor in a matter of seconds.
Not stopping to catch his breath, he shoved open the bedroom door.
Mirabelle was buried under a pile of thick duvets, face flushed scarlet.
Her skin had been bloodless just half an hour ago, ghost-pale and ice-cold after she’d nearly drowned.
Now she looked like she was overheating from the inside out.
Her eyes were screwed tightly shut.
‘She start ...
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