"Get those clothes," Hadzen told him, pointing a ham-fisted finger at a pair of oversized pants and a baggy shirt that hung loosely over a fence at the back of a small, dilapidated house on the outskirts of the forest. The clothes were too big, were creased badly, and he probably would have hated them if he'd ever had a chance to like anything. His voice was cold, without even a suggestion of patience.She hesitated, her glance jumping between the clothes and her brother. She didn't like sneaking around, though the house seemed quiet enough. She obeyed, pushing the creaking gate open, dashing to grab the clothes, and then hurrying back to hand them to Hadzen, who snatched them wordlessly."Dammit, this place really sucks," Hadzen muttered, shoving his arms into the oversized shirt and pulling the pants on. He fastened them as best he could, though they hung loosely on his lean frame. He looked at himself, scowling.Happy?" he drawled, his voice dripping with sarcasm. The loose-fitting
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