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... g?!" Clara snapped, anger rising again.
Victor didn’t answer her.
Light danced in his gold-colored eyes as the trees swayed above. Through the high pines, air moved slow, bringing smells of wet ground mixed with a trace of iron, like rusted things left deep under dirt. Shadows shook across his skin, slicing bold edges down the side of his face.
He looked calm.
Too calm.
Victor made up his mind, then faced the boy straight on. Closing the distance slowly, h ...
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