Chapter 312 The Gift and the Bond

POV: Paul

The camp goes dark early that night, and I end up lying awake in the old lean-to with my arm under my head, staring at the ceiling.

Tobin’s snoring is a steady rumble from the next tent over. Somewhere past the fire pit, Wick is whistling very softly in his sleep, a little tune that wand...

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