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... ack at Vex as if he had suddenly sprouted two heads.
"Please tell me you’re joking," she pleaded, her voice flat with disbelief.
She wasn’t necessarily afraid of heights—she’d flown on airplanes, ridden rollercoasters, and dated men with egos higher than this tree—but this was ridiculous. It was really, really high. One slippery foothold, one cramp in her leg, or one sudden gust of wind, and she would plummet to her death.
Ren looked at her trembling hands.
’Why d ...
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