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Leanna Avery It’s dark outside when I open the door. Winter in this human city isn’t very cold. It’s definitely not as frigid as the weather in the Northern Kingdom. Tupperware in hand, I don’t know if I’m making the right decision, but the guilt was not letting me digest my own meal. Finn is occupied with Harriet, so I am able to slip away unnoticed. I don’t intend to do anything other than give Cedric the food and leave. I have no plans to talk to him. When I approach the park across the street, I see that Cedric is sitting now. He’s so huge—all pure muscle, not an ounce of fat anywhere—that he takes up two-thirds of the bench. Considering he’s been fighting at the border nonstop, it makes sense. He gets to his feet when I approach him. I don’t say anything as I hold out the food cont
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