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The room was very quiet, and it seemed that Harper was possibly starting to drift off to sleep at long last.
At the very least, his heart wasn't going faster than a hummingbird's anymore.
He was leaning against Beka still, as she sat against the headboard of his bed, his back to her, and his head resting on her shoulder, his breathing starting to even out.
At the very least, his heart wasn't going faster than a hummingbird's anymore.
He was leaning against Beka still, as she sat against the headboard of his bed, his back to her, and his head resting on her shoulder, his breathing starting to even out.