Talia’s POVI lifted the bottle in the air. “We’re musketeers!” Kathrine stood, shaking her head. “No,” she corrected, snatching the bottle from my hand. “We’re the three muskeet!” Nicole sighed. “You two don’t know anything,” he sighed again, grabbing the bottle from her. “We’re the three!”I glanced at Kathrine, then we both burst into laughter, clutching our stomach. “You’re so dulll,” she snickered, pointing at Nicole. Nicole huffed, settling back on the ground. I ruffled his hair.“Don’t worry, someday you’ll catch up to us.” I reassured. “Catch up to what exactly?” A deep voice asked. We all froze, dread creeping up our spines.Slowly, we turned, as if in sync.“Mason.”“Mason.”“Mason.”We greeted at the same time. Mason’s face twisted. His eyes swept through us, then finally settled on Nicole—softening. “Whose bright idea was this?” He sighed, stepping closer to Nicole. “Your mate.”Nicole gasped, turning to me with a hand covering his mouth. “Traitor!”I snor
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