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“Heya,” Halli said quickly. She glanced over her shoulder. “We don’t have much time—”
“What? How? I didn’t meditate tonight! I wasn’t even trying! How did you do this? Wasn’t I just asleep?”
“Put these on,” Halli answered, shoving the clothes at me. I wore just my sleep shirt and boxers. I hadn’t seen a reason to throw on the long underwear.
And Halli was right: we didn’t have much time at all. I could already see Martin helping Daniel hobble toward us across the grass.
Red must have sensed how hyped up Halli and I were. It made him especially playful—which in this case meant tugging at the pants I was trying to put on.
The hirsch were bugling again. That odd, beautiful sound. And over the top of that, I heard Daniel calling out, “Audie?”
“Can you give us a minute?” Halli shouted
