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Roan
So thirsty.
The words rang like a bell between my pounding temples. Pain throbbed through the rest of me, like I’d taken a tumble down a mountainside along with boulders and stone crashing against me.
A muffled groan reached through the pain, and I realized the rumble came from my own chest.
“Roan.”
An angel’s voice… My Annie.
Did I smile? I tried to.
A soft hand touched my cheek, my forehead, and I blinked at the sand in my eyes. Worked my tongue in the desert of my mouth.
“Here.”
Coolness slid past my lips, and I swallowed by reflex, the cold water trickling clear to my stomach. “M-more,” I rasped, and Annie held the back of my neck, lifting to better help me drink.
“It’s the tin can,” she said, pouring the most delicious coolness into my mouth. “Be careful with the sh
