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It felt as if her eyelids were weighed down with stones.
“Please say you’re awake.”
Five more minutes.
“If you don’t wake up, I’m turning this car around and taking us back to the surface.”
Ugh. “What the hell are you talking about?” she asked with a groan, keeping her eyes closed.
“By car, I mean Ciro’s rod,” Salvador supplied. “And by wake up, I mean open your damn eyes because I don’t know where the F we are.”
“Are we not swearing now? I know you can,” she said, reluctantly lifting her lids. “Are my eyes still closed?”
“Nope,” Salvador said. “It is actually this dark.”
“Where are we?” she asked, making out his outline above her and to the left.
Belatedly, she realized the things underneath her were Salvador’s legs. He’d gathered her body to him in the darkness.
His concern
