Pocketing the bottle, Wilder shook his head and mounted his horse. ‘Fuck you, Tal,’ he said again, before riding off towards the horizon. Someone let out a low whistle nearby and Talemir turned to find Gus’ cousin Dratos, the half-wraith ranger, watching, a bemused expression on his face. ‘That went well…’ But there was nothing malicious in his words, only pity. ‘Let’s hope my next conversation goes better,’ Talemir replied, running his fingers through his hair. To his surprise, Dratos fell into step beside him. ‘So, no hard feelings between us?’ Talemir asked tentatively. ‘If you’re good
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