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Silverskies finally pulled away, a hand on Clay’s shoulder and the other on Micah’s, her face occasionally illuminated by a flash of lightning overhead in the storm-torn sky. “Where have you two been all this time?” She breathlessly asked, invisible force fields shielding them from the icy rain and howling wind, drowning out the noise of the storm.