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“It’s not that I mind berry picking. It’s just not what I pictured when we left camp.” Finn popped a handful of blackberries into his mouth. “Definitely worse ways to spend an afternoon.”
“Thanks, Finn.” I weaved between the trees, searching for a briar patch that might hide our quarry. “Just be careful not to eat anything you shouldn’t.”
Finn’s eyes widened.
“Don’t worry. You can eat blackberries. I’ll tell you when we find the poison kind,” I laughed, trying to shake off my fear.
We were searching for berries to murder a monster. As much as I hated the Guilds, as often as vengeance for the horrible things they’d done had flitted through my mind, I’d never actually thought through the process of killing a person.
“They are much sweeter than hardtack,” Finn said. “I really doubt h
