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A movement somewhere outside her window woke her in the middle of the night.
It’s the storm, she told herself, but Carrone had woken, too. The noise from the storm had settled down to a quiet rainfall. There was very little wind at all, no sounds of sleet - but something had scratched across their wall.
The walls were more secure than they had been, but it wouldn’t stop someone from -
She rolled to one side of the bed and off as Carrone did the same on the other side. The wrong side, too close to the wall. Just as they rolled, a dart went flying over the bed - it would have hit Carrone in the neck, if he hadn’t moved.
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