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Chapter Seventeen - The Goddess has a Mean Sense of Humor
Hannah retreated a little way away from the group and sat with her back against an old, gnarled tree trunk. She examined the half-healed bullet hole in her leg, and massaged the muscles around it. Walking around looking for the plant had made her leg ache. But what bothered her more was the confusion that swirled in her mind. It was as if there was a dream that she couldn’t quite remember playing just at the edge of her peripheral vision, but as soon as she tried to look at it directly, it skittered away and was gone. She knew that Michael Bishop was in her dream, and yet... She looked across the slight clearing to where he sat. As though he felt her eyes on him, he looked up and met her gaze with his beautiful, long-lashed hazel eyes. She felt like there was something different ab
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