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... is, I thought I’d swing by the butcher’s to retrieve the meat I’d paid for. Maybe give it to some starving wolf in the pack—Lord knows plenty of them could use it.
What I didn’t expect was to meet María José in such a state.
She had bumped into me, her chest rising, beads of sweat lining her entire face as though she had just escaped a beast. What made it all the more heart-wrenching was that she had.
The butcher, that bloody bastard, had some guts. I did put him in his p ...
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