Before Eduard could press for an answer, the ground shuddered beneath them, throwing them off balance, and the two men grasped each other to keep from falling. Another explosion rent the air, deafening them both. In the quiet that followed, Eduard held Reza’s arm in a death-grip, as if that alone could keep him by his side.
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By the time they staggered into Anjer, the day had turned to night. The volcano continued to rage unseen across the sea.