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“f**k!” Kailyn growls at him. “Where the f**k did you come from?”
“According to my mother, the flower fairies left me on their doorstep one morning,” he sighs. “Wrapped in a moonflower petal and covered in dew.”
“How much did you hear?” Kael rolls his eyes.
“Oh, just the part where no one wants to tell me whatever the f**k you have to tell me,” Sebastian says as he walks over to the counter and gathers a loaf of bread, another jar of jam, and a few preserved pieces of venison. “Which, Kailyn was right, by the way. I would absolutely be more inclined to kill her.”
“Told you,” his twin flame growls.
“Whatever you’re going to tell me is about to f**k up my whole day, right?” he asks as he wraps up bread and the venison in a piece of cloth and places them in his leather satchel alon
