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... d through the silence like a whip, raw and unforgiving. Savannah didn’t flinch, she had been expecting him, just not so soon. Her arms folded over her chest, the wind tugging at her coat as if trying to pull her away from the cliff’s edge. The desert stretched endlessly before her, dust clouds rising in the distance like ghosts of old wars.
"Because I needed to think," she replied calmly, though her pulse betrayed her stillness. "And because you wouldn’t."
He moved closer, his bo ...
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