Don't Breathe When I Breathe

Lila was already turning them toward the shade. “Come on. I’m not asking.” She scanned the field with a witch’s eye for snakes and glass, found an old cedar stump, and hauled them that way. “Sit.”

“I can stand.” Morgan’s voice scraped.

“You can sit,” Lila corrected, already easing the Binder off M...

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