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17‘Look at that.’ ‘Look at what?’ Jedidiah raised his head from the sand and squinted into the sun. ‘Those children on the water’s edge.’ Jedidiah forced himself to sit. He saw the children with a predator’s quick eye, had been listening to them while he lay on the hot sand, feigning sleep and enjoying the quickening of hunger their laughter brought to him. ‘They’re not being watched. We could take one so easily.’ Moriah, apparently, had been entertaining herself with planning an attack in the middle of the day on a crowded beach. Always did like a challenge. Her voice was edgy, and as Jedidiah turned his gaze from the children to Moriah, he saw that more than her voice was sharpened by hunger. Her body, beneath its covering of filmy material, quivered with need, shimmered with antici