A low oath made me aware that
someone was with me, and the voice was impossible not to
recognize. Two long, white hands shot out protectively in front
of me, and the van shuddered to a stop a foot from my face, the
large hands fitting providentially into a deep dent in the side
of the van’s body.
Twilight
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