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Black Fang hit the snow first, boots planting with a thud. Quinlan was still horizontal from the midair tackle he’d used to drag her through, his shoulder jammed against her stomach, and his arms wrapped around her slender waist.
The moment they crossed, his body folded forward. A line of blood slipped from his mouth and pattered onto her armor.
His arms stayed locked even tighter around her body as he forced himself onto his feet. Or tried to.
His balance broke imme ...
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