"What if Poppy asks about the whistle?" Freya wondered.
"No worries, someone else gave it to Poppy. If I bump into her, I'll just explain."
Freya's anger vanished. The whistle was hers anyway, so no explanation needed.
Moreover, now that she had it back, Bradley wouldn't run into Poppy again.
She toyed with the whistle, a smirk showing on her lips.
Suddenly, somebody wrapped around her from behind, "What about my birthday present?"
"You'll get it if you stop watching those videos."
"Okay, let's stop and just improvise."
With that, he hugged her and they tumbled onto the soft bed.
The next morning, Xavier called to say they had made the antidote for Mitch and would inject it today.
They got ready and hurried to the basement.
Mitch was raging, his screams echoing.
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