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mal thrust his axe just shy of Fressa’s right shoul-
Ader. Lena could see a thin sheen of sweat gathering
above his brow from where she stood watching her sister
expertly twist away from him. As Fressa plummeted into
a crouch, Amal’s momentum kept him tumbling forward
and she reached up—almost daintily—to snatch his axe
from his hands.
He stumbled to a halt, loose grass flying up in his
wake, and glanced wearily behind him. “Why do I
bother?”
Fressa shrugged, leaping back to her feet. “Again?”
Amal shook his head, though his easy smile returned;
he did, despite it all, intend to marry Fressa. Above them,
the sky was full of mounting thunderheads—grays and
whites piled atop each other, a sure sign of storms to
come. Still, it did little to dim the warmth in Amal’s eyes;
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