Leandra Parsons

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“Get up. You’ll catch a cold sitting there.” “I’ll be fine.” I give him a small smile, hoping to get one in return or—at the very least—a frownless expression. I get neither. “I’m watching them, so they don’t get burned.” “They won’t,” he grunts. “Get up.” Travis holds out a hand in my direction. “Come on.”
The Lair
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