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... aggers at her waist. Sweat beaded in her palms, and for the first time in a long while, her usually sharp face showed a deep, solemn tension.
The air was heavy.
"You seriously plan to fight four of them alone?" Lyle's calm voice sounded behind her.
"If you're not planning to run, that'd be ideal," Imina replied, her eyelid twitching slightly. If the situation weren't so tense, she might have let fly with a particularly creative insult.
Lyle had given her a sense o ...
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