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Silence fell inside the room. The sun descended outside the window, illuminating the space in warm colors of orange, red and purple. Eve faced in its direction but her eyes perceived nothing. Her focus fastened towards her sense of hearing and of touch.
Unlike before, every inch of her skin felt hot—not just her face.
Ambryan weighed heavily behind her. He supported himself up with her shoulders. Since his body leaned forward, he didn't pull her backwards. Unfortunately, this meant that his mass of bones and muscles threatened to crush her instead.
It also didn't seem to lighten anytime soon.
His breaths sounded loud in her ears.
"Wait, Ambee," Eve began to say. She patted his shoulders. There was no response. She tried again, increasing the pressure until it became like a slap. Ambryan still didn't react to her assault.
He had fallen asleep.
Her knees struggled to support both of them.
