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... e corner where she could hang what was left of the boar meat. Her fingers were sticky from scraping skin, her hair wild, but her mind was sharp and racing.
That’s when Logan’s voice rang through the trees. Swaggering in, bare-chested and dripping wet, holding two limp ducks by their necks with a proud smirk plastered across his face.
"Adams, you should thank me for this. Tonight, we feast like kings," he declared, puffing out his chest.
Jean raised an unimpressed brow. "O ...
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