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Sebastien asked as he helped himself with his meal.
“Later,” I replied with my eyes fixed on my plate, “when we are finished eating and the blood drinkers are back on their carriage.”
“Are we going to tell everyone?” He stared at the rest of the captives.
“No,” I told him to which he responded with a confused look, “I guess not yet.”
“We need to get out of here as soon as we can,” he placed the bone on his makeshift plate before he stood up, “we will make it out, right?”
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