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     Pushing himself up with one arm, Ahren reached out and took the bottle from her. It was curious, the shape and color (though he could not see it) and uncorked it. After a short sniff, he crinkled his nose, then downed the whole bottle in one shot. Though it did not burn with the same warmth as whiskey, it made him shudder and sit up, coughing. “Shit, what did you put in that? Cat piss?” Rolling his tongue over his teeth, clinking the barbell against them, he pushed his hair out of his face and looked at her curiously. Something was different in her eyes—they had changed to another shade of gray. “Did something happen to you?”






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