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... at Page, then back at the boy again, who looked two seconds away from either crying, exploding, or possibly doing both in some catastrophic emotional implosion.
His fingers twitched helplessly against the dirt, and his breath came in thin, uneven gasps that made him look like a cornered animal.
The firelight flickered against his face, carving shadows under his eyes, making the fear there look deeper and more frantic.
Drage didn’t answer.
Didn’t blink.
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