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... concealed his face, but she didn’t need to see it—she felt him. Concern radiated from him like a steady flame in the storm. He was urging her on in silence, his will shoring up her own.
For a heartbeat, Lara simply stood there, chest heaving, blood dripping warm from the cut at her temple, each breath sending agony lancing through her ribs. The roar of the crowd swelled around her, a storm crashing against the walls of the arena.
Her gaze flicked across the stands. Her father—rag ...
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