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❝ "No..." Sophie whispered desperately. The shine of the dagger was hidden in their palm. A measly ten feet away, the agent could reach Keefe so easily.

And she knew she'd never get there in time.

The agent took another step, hood covering their face, arms wrapped around himself.

Closer.

When Sophie finally had enough of his slow steps, her knees buckled when the agent's arm was outstretched, raised behind his shoulder, and she jumped from her mound of snow, concentrating on the icy blue eyes, knowing that if one thing was going to happen, she wouldn't let Keefe get hurt. She focused on the void, focused on slowing down time, focused on his messy hair, focused on the dagger. She felt the familiar feeling once again of the only thing she could've done: teleport.
She appeared in front of Keefe, her legs behind her in the air as they went flying. His eyes widened as he noticed the agent behind him, Sophie in front of him. Her face stung with the impact of herself against his chest as she wrapped her arms around his torso, linking them together. She thought he was saved, that he would be perfectly safe and uninjured. Content. Especially with her for saving him. So content, safe, and uninjured.

Boy, how wrong could she be? ❞

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FIRST PLACE IN MELANCHOLY AWARDS FOR RANDOM (sub-cat: fanfiction)

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The Neverseen have declared war on the Lost Cities. Sophie doesn't know who to trust.
Fitz is a jerk.
Dex is an idiot.
Biana... she's not quite Biana anymore.
Tam and Linh? Nope.

So she's stuck with Keefe Sencen.

But will he be more help than she thought?

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A year after Nightfall takes place, with soporidine not mentioned.

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Updates every other week on Monday. I'm a very busy and stressed writer. Please understand. THANKS!

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