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... d harmlessly to the ground, leaving the air heavy with the iron tang of blood. Isolde wiped nothing—because she hadn’t touched a thing—and stretched languidly like she’d just finished a stroll, not dismantled a three-hundred-pound boar.
Oliver stared at the neatly separated piles of meat, organs, and bones. "...You could’ve at least left me something to do."
"I did." With a flick of her finger, a thick strip of boar meat floated toward him. "You’re going to cook it."
He c ...
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