"She forced herself to meet their eyes and silently dared the fakers to pity her, to mourn with her. That was when she saw him, a stranger even stranger than the others, at the back edge of the tent. He stood a head taller than everyone else, his dark hair flattened to his head by the rain and his black eyes enigmatic as they locked with hers. Amie paused and tried to shake the trembling from her limbs. Something hot and electric zapped through her as she looked at him. Thunder crackled in the clouds overhead."

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