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Her ears strained as she struggled to identify the sound that had woken her. It was a scream, a horse’s scream.
All of a sudden Lilya’s arm shot out of the blackness and grabbed hold of Morgan’s. She shrieked and jumped back, her sister’s charred flesh flaking off in the breeze.
Most of the men were either too drunk or too eager to pull the curtains closed and Morgan was bombarded by images of naked men and grinning whores.
Suddenly Ali froze, her head shot up and her ears spun around like radars. Her nostrils quivered and she snorted nervously.
The angry flames licked at the sky, swallowing the house in their hot fury. Another shriek pierced the night and Morgan knew it was Lilya.
Morgan felt the heat rising from the straw and Jei’s warm chest on her back. / Morgan slung a handful of mud, hitting Jei square in the neck.