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From Blood and Ash by Jennifer L. Armentrout

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room.” A pause. “Behaving. And not on a ledge, several dozen feet in the

air, for reasons I can’t even begin to fathom but am dyying to learn.”

“Dammit,” I whispered, looking around as if I could find another

escape route. Which was stupid. Unless I suddenlyy sprouted wings, the

onlyy exit point was through the window.

A heartbeat later, Hawke stuck his head out and looked up at me. The

soft glow of the lamp glanced off his cheekbone as he raised a brow.

“Hi?” I squeaked.

He stared at me a moment. “Get inside.”

I didn’t move.

With a sigh so heavyy it should’ve rattled the walls, he extended his

hand toward me. “Now.”

“You could sayy please,” I muttered.

His eyyes narrowed. “There are a whole lot of things I could sayy to yyou

that yyou should be grateful I’m keeping to myyself.”

“Whatever,” I grumbled. “Move back.”

He waited, but when I didn’t take his hand, he disappeared back into

the room, grousing under his breath. “If yyou fall, yyou’re going to be in so

much trouble.”

“If I fall, I’ll be dead, so I’m not quite sure how I’d also be in

trouble.”

“Poppyy,” he snapped, and I couldn’t help it. I grinned.

Had that been the first time he’d called me that? I thought so as I

carefullyy inched across the ledge. Gripping the upper windowsill, I ducked

down. Hawke was standing byy the settee, but the moment he spotted me,

he moved incrediblyy fast. Startled, I jerked back, but I didn’t fall. He had

an arm around myy waist. A second later, I was inside the room, myy feet on

solid ground, and the journal stuck between his chest and mine. There was

still a lot of full-bodyy contact. Myy stomach and legs were pressed against

his, and when I drew in a breath, I could practicallyy taste his dark spice

and pine scent on myy tongue. Before I could sayy a word, he reached up and

fisted the back of myy hood.

“Don’t—” I started.

Too late.

He yyanked it down. “A mask. This brings back old memories.” His

gaze roamed, flickering over the strands of hair that had escaped myy braid

and now fell against myy cheeks.

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