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I watched the woman jerk to her feet, turning to look out the window at the opposite wing once more before turning back to me just as a flash of thunder lit up the room, casting her face in an unnatural light for a split second so that I could have sworn I had seen her wolf for a split second behind those pea black eyes, watching me back.

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