“Veni!” I say, also rushing forward. “Kedrick, you snuck up on me.” He sits up, wincing a little with the movement. “That is the worst apology I’ve ever heard. How the hell did you throw me like that? You’re so small.” He rubs his back where he hit the tree. I walk to inspect the tree. There is not any sign it has been hit. “Is the tree alright, Olina?” he says sarcastically, standing on unsteady legs. Rhone snorts and I look at him in surprise. Rhone made a sound, he can talk. In light of previous comments Kedrick has made about bruma women being mainly decorative, I suspect his pride has
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