Exile, Chapter 32

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Before Sophie could answer she heard someone near her whisper, "That's the girl who was taken." Several others mumbled something about "unsafe" and suddenly the crowd around them had scooted away, leaving a wide bubble of space.

Sophie's face flamed.

"You sure know how to clear a path, Foster," Keefe said behind her, making her cheeks feel even hotter.

He smirked when she turned to face him. "Nice trunk."

"Nice fangs." It was hard to recognize him with the hood covering his messy hair and the white fabric pieces dangling on each side of his face.

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"Hey," Keefe said, stepping closer. "Don't worry, okay? Am I ever wrong?"

"Yes."

"That hurts, Foster. And I'm right about this. Elwin will fix everything, I promise."

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