Exile, Chapter 45

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"What is the Sencen boy doing here?" Bronte snapped.

"I'm Foster's personal bodyguard now. Gigantor wasn't cutting it."

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The only one not freaking out was Keefe, who was also the first one to spot her. He gave her a thumbs-up and she tried to smile.
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Keefe said, stepping close enough to lean in and whisper, "Just so you know, you're pretty much my hero now. It takes serious talent to freak out the entire Council. I may need you to give me some pointers!"

Sophie rolled her eyes.

"Though I gotta say, you look much better with color, Foster. The faded look, it just"—his smile vanished—"well, don't do it again, is all I'm saying."

Sophie squeezed the vial hanging from her neck. "I won't."

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Keefe elbowed Sophie. "I guess that's my cue to leave too." He dipped an exaggerated bow and held his crystal up to the light, saying, "I'll see you tomorrow, Foster," as he leaped home.

Grady rubbed his temples. "So . . . Keefe Sencen?"

"What about him?"

"What about Dex?"

"What about Dex?"

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