Chapter 38 The Girls' Underwear Thieves?

(Trish POV)

A day had passed since the ledge gave way, but the "crime scene" inside the girls' tent was reaching a boiling point. It was a brightly morning thick with the scent of pine and high-pitched dread from “UNDERWEAR THIEVES.”

"Where are they, Anaya?" I hissed, dumping my duffel bag out for...

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