Chapter 100 The Shape of Tomorrow

When she woke again, the world was gray-blue and cold. Mist hung low over the water, and Maverick was sitting a few feet away, tossing small stones into the current.

“Couldn’t sleep?” she asked.

He glanced back. “Didn’t want to.”

She stretched, groaning as her joints popped. “Because you’re brood...

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