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44: Defeat
Carson
Even though he’s technically in charge, I’m never inclined to directly obey Cordelion. Except when he’s stupid enough to be planning a head-on attack on the Candlewood weres. Then, I’m all in, but I’m still taking a few personal liberties. Sure, I told a couple hundred more vamps if they didn’t show up in three nights, he’d be coming to kill them—which isn’t really true, Cordelion never does any of his own legwork, so it’ll be me— but I’m taking my own sweet time getting back. He knows I’m a late riser anyway.
And breakfast is the most important meal of the day. I never skip it.
As it happens, I’m sitting in a dingy crowded diner with my hands wrapped around a steaming mug of the absolute sewage this place calls coffee and that I have no intention of drinking, and looking over the my menu options sitting at the other tables when I overhear a co
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