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Shifting Assassin's Apprentice (Farseer Trilogy #1)

Dora’s face shifted as she burst out laughing.

And that’s not even the worst part. Now, the remaining requirements have to be met.And those are? Carson asked, feeling her stomach tighten.

Riveted (Saints of Denver #3)

It’s complicated, he began, shifting his weight to lean against the truck. First we need to find a facility that has space. He’s on the phone now. It looks good for an availability in Florida, either Sarasota or the Panhandle.Why Florida? Carson asked. Isn’t there someplace closer? What about your facility?Mamaw came up beside her to listen.

Shaded Vision (Otherworld/Sisters of the Moon #11)

Only dead animals come to our place, he said ruefully, and took another sip of coffee.Carson’s knees went weak.

Lord help us, Mamaw murmured, patting Carson’s back reassuringly.

Blake continued. South Carolina doesn’t have a dolphin rehabilitation center. He swiped a lock of dripping hair from his face. Which brings us to our next requirement. We have to transport her to the facility. Unless a military or USGS chopper is approved and available, which is unlikely, the animal would normally have to be transported in a truck. With the water-to-water time in between here and anywhere in Florida being ten to twelve hours plus . . . the vet doesn’t think she’ll make it. Sometimes we’re lucky and get a donor, like FedEx, to fly a dolphin in. He blew out a stream of air.Why do you care? she practically snarled. It’s not like you’re going.

She might as well have slapped me.Even Steph shot her a horrified, confused look.

The Wanderer (Thunder Point #1)

As for me, I just stared at her, stunned, wondering when our friendship had gone so terribly wrong. As tears stung my eyes for the second time that day, I scraped back my chair, letting my hair fall over my face. I just remembered I need to get something from the library. I’ll see you later.But I didn’t see them later, and the next day I was deliberately late to school, missing form class. I opted to walk home for lunch, and in English I refused to lift my head out of my copy of The Cone Gatherers by Robin Jenkins. We’d moved on from Hamlet this week, and I loved Mr. Stone’s choice of literature this semester because I hadn’t read it.

In that moment, however, the book was the last thing on my mind. I wanted to be anywhere but there.Hey, Tobias said as he settled into his chair next to me. His arm brushed mine as he pressed in close. Why did you cancel last night? You okay?

Yesterday I’d texted Tobias to tell him I couldn’t meet up with him, but I hadn’t given him an explanation. I’d been hoping—The truth was I didn’t know what I was hoping. I was conflicted. Part of me wanted Tobias to just forget about me so I could forget about him, but the other half of me hated the idea of losing his friendship.

I’m fine, I mumbled. Just tired.Not wanting to, but knowing enough of Tobias now to know he was dogged when he wanted something, I unwillingly lifted my gaze to meet his. He frowned at whatever he saw in my expression. What happened?

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