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“Then start climbing, your highness,” he ordered sarcastically, jerking his arrogant head at the stone wall from where all the shooting had started.
“What’s your problem? I thought SEALs were supposed to be nice.”
“That’s your first mistake, Princess. I’m no SEAL. Move it!”
“But you’re… But I’m…” That was all Bree got out, with her heart beating as loudly as it was. She meant to inform this jerk that she knew him, that she was weak from hunger and dehydrated. That she was injured, too sick to go on, much less run for her life. But she’d gotten up too quickly, and she’d been hungry for far too long. Her chin came up and her head fell back.
“Wow,” she muttered, staring like a brainless ninny at the dark, cloudy sky. “Look at all those stars up there.”
But there couldn’t be stars in all those clouds, and they wouldn’t be spinning if there were.
Too late. The big, black, Turkish sky reached down and swallowed her whole.
