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... voice was a ragged, high-pitched plea that barely sounded human.
Jennifer, watching through the freezing glass, felt a jolt of pure electricity shoot up her spine. Her mother’s face was a mask of desperation, her eyes wide and wet, fixed on the man’s lap with a hunger that was frankly terrifying.
Beside her, Helena was nodding frantically, her tongue darting out to lick her parched lips as if she were staring at the only water in a desert.
The masked man didn’t move. He s ...
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