His Secret Princess
A branch snapped somewhere to his right, and he whipped around, his gun already in his hands.
“Take it easy,” a familiar voice said. Freddy stepped out from between the trees, his hands raised in surrender. He wore a black leather jacket and jeans. On his feet, he had on a pair of heavy biker boots, and on his head, he wore a black beanie. Other than his pale complexion, he blended in with the surrounding darkness.
“You should be more careful,” Jack said, holstering his weapon. “I could have shot you.”
Freddy laughed. “I’ve been trailing you for miles. I could have shot you.”
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