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JP: Chapter 8.
“Oi! Get up!” A loud voice rudely jolted me out of my sleep and I jumped up, daggers at the ready. Whoever or whatever was chasing me now, would regret waking me up from my first proper night of sleep.
“Relax, it’s just me.”
“D-Darren?” I stared at the familiar face of my friend, wondering if somehow I fell from one dream into the other. I lowered my weapons and shoved them back in their sheaths. “W-What are you d-doing here?”
With a scoff, he kicked an empty barrel, nearly toppling the thing. “What are you doing here? Sleeping in the hay? Traveling the world on your own? Did you lose your mind?” he growled, grabbing a fistful of my shirt. The fabric shrieked as he tugged me closer so he could hiss in my face. “Are you crazy?”
I pushed Darren’s hands away and annoyed
