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“Will it give at all?”

His body tre for a ht just need to re-approach it fro briefly at his feet

As I peer up at it, he walks around ently as he does The ined it I watch as he strides back to the strea water on his face and hair before he bends into a crouch, breathing perhaps a bit hard

I’ nearly faint with terror, so I join hi my cupped hands into the stream for a drink

When I straighten up again, he’s looking atHeath used to when he saw so that puzzled him

“How ya holding up, Siren?” he asks quietly

“Better if you’d stop using that ridiculous name”

“Fin?”

“Never—if you value your life” Someone I loathe calls me that, and I dislike it intensely

“Finny?”

“Of cou

rse not I arn you, though, I’ue” I don’t mean to flash him a wicked smile It just happens

“The Carnegie?” His mouth opens “That sounds like a villain name”

“So it does”

“Tellof yours? So I could use to chip away at the rim of the cave’s et rid of soet my hand around the motherfucker”