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A sudden cry from above.
Morgan looked up as a figure tumbled from the shoulder of Christ, a dark shape silhouetted against the sun, his features obscured.
“Jake!” Morgan couldn’t help his name escaping her lips.
Her heart beat faster as the body hit the concrete below the statue with a sickening thud.
Aurelia stopped struggling in her arms and they stood for a moment, both of them waiting in a beat of silence for the truth to unfold.
Another man looked over the edge of the shoulder of Christ and waved down.
It was Jake. Morgan sighed with relief and as Aurelia sagged in her arms, defeated, she couldn’t help but smile. Jake had as many lives as the jungle cat he sometimes reminded her of with his muscular grace and dark amber-flecked eyes.
She dragged Aurelia up the concrete dec
