COLD COMMAND- The Secret Son
I begged.
I led them toward the food tables. I could feel the heat radiating off the pack—the judgment was a physical weight. I grabbed two plates and piled them high with meat and bread, handing them over. Lily started eating like she hadn't seen food in a week. Grayson just held his plate, staring at Mason, who was watching from the head table.
"Come on," I whispered, pulling Grayson toward the trees. "I have the scrolls."
We sat in the shadows of the sweet gums. I handed him the bundle. He took them, his fingers brushing mine, sending that weird jolt through my arm again.
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