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Salvador twisted as Alec emerged from the jungle in a blur.
“I have to go,” he called, whipping to his makeshift workstation on the wooden picnic table. He began sorting and packing with blink-of-the-eye rapid movements.
“Where’s the fire?” Salvador asked, snorting at his own joke.
“What?” Alec blinked, pausing to stare with the unnerving stillness peculiar to his kind.
“Nothing, never mind,” he said. “Did your talk go well?”
Salvador didn’t want to admit it, but he was eaten up with curiosity. What did Alec have to talk to Gia about that he couldn’t ask his mate?
“It was…fine.” The vampire’s attention had wandered back to his bags. He pointed to a stack of texts at the end of the table.
“I’m going to leave these medicinal plant books here for now,” Alec offered. “One of the T’K
