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2024-10-29 19:42:56Blue Lark Guild, Dread Hideout
SAVAGE JAXSON
Dimurah returned with the Sleep Duster.
“Here.” Savage scooted across the bench to offer her room next to him.
She tossed a hasty glance around.
“There’s no one here that would care.” He assured.
Her eyes landed on Phalanx, who’d restrained her last night. Her face darkened.
Clearly still mad at him.
Savage covertly passed him an apologetic look. Knowing the man had done it for him.
To keep her from hurting herself trying to slay the man on her own.
Phalanx looked to have a bruised cheek for his efforts, this morning.
But he stayed far enough away and avoided looking directly at Savage to hide that they were allies.
He’s loyal.
Which was something Savage greatly appreciated.
It seemed that manner of man was getting harder and harder to come by.
“Thank
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