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... the forest as his foot caught on a tree root, launching him forward like a ragdoll.
For one glorious second, he truly believed he was about to eat dirt — face first, dignity last — but in a desperate act of self-preservation, his hand shot out and grabbed the closest thing within reach.
Unfortunately, that thing was Ezekiel’s collar.
"What the—Sebastian, you absolute motherf—!"
Both of them went tumbling down the mossy slope like a pair of mismatched meatballs, l ...
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