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Wait. What?

“You’re not going to handle me?” I call after him, shock raising my
brows.

“Not tonight!” he tosses over his shoulder.

I scoff. “What are you waiting for?”
“It’s no fun if you expect it,” he answers, striding into the darkness.

“Now, get back to bed before your wingleader realizes you’re out after

curfew.”
“What?” I gawk after him. “You’re my wingleader!”

But he’s already disappeared into the shadows, leaving me talking to

myself like a fool.
He didn’t even ask what was in my satchel.

A slow smile spreads across my face as I tuck my arm back into my sling,
sighing with relief as the weight is taken off my shoulder. A fool with

fonilee berries.