“And just what are you two doing? Scheming?” His voice is thick with sleep, still, and lacks its usual bite. But that doesn’t mean the warning isn’t there. “Breakfast.” Aurora finishes her fish with one large bite and tosses the wooden skewer into the bonfire. I follow her lead. “And what about us?” Bardulf crosses with purpose. “Where are our fish?” “In the sea?” He grabs her elbow. “Well go get them for us.” “Let her go.” I close the gap and grab his forearm, glaring up at the man. “You. Let me. Go. Before my patience and kindness wears thin.” He bares his teeth at me. “I have no idea where
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