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AND THE BROWN CLOAK
Xia watched Theron’s head lob to the side as he fell unconscious.
She still couldn’t believe the boy she’d searched for was right here in front of her. And he had a name.
The hair growing along his jaw might’ve told her how much he’d aged in the past two years, but the crisp, clear sparkle in his green eyes as he’d looked up at her had still been as fresh and invigorating as it had been that first night.
She wanted to hate him, though. The pain in her chest, the way her ribs felt as if they’d been cracked open and were oozing heartbreak, told her she should be furious with him. He’d made her like him, and then he’d just disappeared! That had been cruel.
But she was just so thrilled to have found him again.
And as he lay there, vulnerable, under her care, her
