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Jaxson
WaterRose, Meadow Mountain, Grier Country
Savage was standing, still as a statue, in the shadowed foyer of WaterRose when Sebastian came down the steps.
Gaze on the stairs, he wasn’t paying any attention until he glanced up and spotted Savage’s shadowed face and stopped midway down. “Jaxson?”
Sebastian echoed that quiet stance. Like a buck posed in the morning light. Deciding if there was a threat at hand.
The Kill Beads in Savage’s hair clinked as he looked up at him. “Nobody calls me that.”
Most don’t even know it. How’d he find out?
RedBayne or the Nauvree. He sussed out. Didn’t take much to guess that.
“What would you have me call you?” Sebastian asked kindly.
Savage was momentarily taken aback.
It had been a long time since someone had asked him that.
Since Chavias, to be specific.
“It’s fine.” Savage would never have admitted it, but it w
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