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2024-10-29 19:42:56Dread Hideout
SAVAGE JAXSON
Beaten and with a bad injury to one knee, Rhyers had moved slow. Until Savage slung one of Rhyers’ arms over his shoulders and helped him walk the winding road to the Blue Lark.
“Can we say we’re even?” Rhyers gave him a wink.
Savage tilted his head in acknowledgement.
“I owed you for saving that which is most precious to me.”
Rhyers’ expression changed. “She means that much to you?”
Absolutely.
He thought I was as black-hearted as everyone else says. Savage wasn’t particularly surprised.
“She does.” He said off-handedly.
“Had you not shown up and soundly slaughtered both the advisor and the pugilist, I doubt there’d be much of me for my brothers to salvage.”
“But the creature got away.” Savage grumbled.
The pasty white thing running on all fours. Unsettling little bastard. Savage recalled gl
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