‘Afternoon, Em.’ His skewed grin hid a spark of concern that barely touched his voice. ‘Coming to take a look at the bakery?’ Lyn tossed a handful of fire at him from the other side of the street. He ducked to avoid it without even having looked at her. ‘They trust you with their dead even though you’re treating their revival like grilling dinner?’ I said, glancing at the other phoenixes. None of them even seemed to be keeping an eye on the one alf in their midst – unusual, after the way I’d seen them keep their distance from everyone else in our army camp. Tared shrugged as he snatched a
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