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... least enough time to enjoy the seat in a luxury car. He smiled to himself as the young man next to him collected his thoughts. Felwinter got into the driver’s seat and Riot into the front passenger’s seat. He met the weepy Herald’s side-eye and cocked an eyebrow. No need right now, only if he doesn’t want to come to an agreement.
Riot looked away.
Otis turned to his guest. He was a year or two older than himself but still had the marks of deeper youth about him. He looked nothing ...
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