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He looked at the way their hands connected, his skin matching her warm, sandy skin. They blended. He liked the way it looked.
He liked the way she looked.
“What will you do after the peace treaty?”
Veta shrugged. “Can’t be sure. Something is going on, and who knows where that will take me.”
“You are a survivor.”
She nodded. “Whatever it takes to survive.”
He squeezed her hand. “Let me help you.”
She turned and looked at him. “Help me how?”
“Let me help you survive.”
