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The bed creaked a soft inquiry behind Yasha, hushed beneath her muffled sobs. She didn’t turn to look, didn’t need to. The untreated wood of the windowsill bit sharp relief into Yasha’s sweaty forehead as moonlight spilled silver over her naked shoulders.
“Yasha?” Beau’s voice rasped with sleep from bed. Yasha fought with herself to stay still and silent as a sob rattled between her lungs.
