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... opped dead.
The cold air of the hallway hit her bare legs, reminding her of a very crucial fact.
"Wait," Ren hissed, clutching the black bear fur tighter around her chest. "Stop. Halt. Red light."
Syris paused, looking back over his shoulder. The sheer silk wrap around his waist fluttered, giving Ren a view of his hip bone that threatened to short-circuit her brain again.
"What is it?" Syris asked, his voice low and raspy. "Do your legs fail? I can carry you."
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