Quote by Angie Frazier
““Let’s get some sleep,” he whispered. “Before dawn we’ll see what we can gather up.” His eyes rested on her forehead, on the new bruises and gashes from the Juggernaut blast. “You look awful,” he said. Camille narrowed her eyes to slits. She grabbed the lamp from his hands. “Thank you very much.” “I didn’t mean it like that,” he said, following her as she climbed the narrow stairwell. “You look just as whipped,” she said over her shoulder. Camille already felt like a load of dung-her head throbbed, her limbs ached, and the rope marks around her wrists burned. She didn’t need to be told she looked dreadful, too. “The bruises, Camille. Your injuries look awful, not you,” he said. She walked down the hallway in self-conscious silence.””
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Angie Frazier
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