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| Chapter Seven |

| The moon was lighting the land with its silver sheen. The sound of men snoring resonantly disturbed the tranquility of a slow-burning campfire. Her eyelids heavy with the need for sleep, Sasha gazed as though drugged into the fire, then looked over at the tent in which Ashton was sleeping soundly. Since her tent had blown away in the storm, he had tried to persuade her to use his. But she had stubbornly refused and now lay outside beside the campfire, Lightning snuggled close to her, asleep. |

| "I think I'm the only one awake," she whispered to herself. She listened to the rumbling of the snores reverberating through the air from tent to tent. "Oh, if I could only go to sleep like everyone else!" |

| Her bedroll was stiff and itchy with sand, and Sasha moaned as she tried to get more comfortable. |

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