“What do you think?” Evert asks quietly. Ronak moves his eyes around the forest. “Not here. Too many eyes and ears.” “Too many nude-ass chameleens, you mean,” Evert drawls. I punch a fist of Flirt-Touch right through his chest. He shivers. “Scratch, don’t do that flirty shit on me. Wanting to pick wildflowers and sing songs to you is not my thing.” Sylred smirks. “Which is why she hit you with it.” “What the hell did I do?” Sylred looks at him like he’s an idiot. “Talked about naked chameleens.” Evert throws his hands up. “They were naked! Hard not to notice.” “Wrong thing to say,” Sylred
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