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The trees began to thin out, and a cool, salty breeze blew into April’s face. She looked out across the sand, joy rising in her heart. The powerful waves looked like freedom itself was beckoning to her, guiding her out of darkness and back to civilization. “Okay,” Gripp said very softly. “The sound and scent of the sea are masking most of the environment right now. I’m pretty sure no one is here, but just in case, I want you to cover me.” Gripp handed her a gun, and April took it, nodding with determination. “I’ve got you,” she told him. Gripp smiled and touched her cheek, kissing her gently. “I’ll run down there and drag the boat to the water. If it’s clear, run down and join me, and we’ll push off straight away. Cover me as best you can if there's trouble, but get to the boat.” “The
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