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Talk it Out
I couldn’t let Sam’s irritation that I’d created a new house for him and his lovely girlfriend bother me because I had more important things to worry about--like Fionna. After I’d eaten, I decided to go upstairs and try to do some homework, but I was really hoping Ben would come in and talk to me. We hadn’t gotten much of a chance to talk about the situation with Miss Flamingo because as soon as we’d gotten home, we’d encountered the screaming conflict, and all of us had taken off in various directions. I hadn’t seen him since.
I heard his familiar steps in the hallway leading to our room while I was staring at my history book, not able to process any of the words I was looking at. When he walked into the room, I stopped pretending to study and put the book aside. “Hi,” I said, the scent of his wolf filling the room. It was obvious he’d spen
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