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But he nodded anyway.
The hunting party was small—Nicholas, I, and two other rogues named Finn and Marta. Finn was broad-shouldered, with a scar across his throat that had healed wrong. Marta was lean and quiet, her eyes always scanning.
“New blood,” Finn said, looking me up and down. "Is she ready for this?”
“She's ready,” Nicholas said.
Finn grunted, not believing him. “She doesn't look ready.”
“She set three Lycans on fire last week,” Marta said flatly. “What did you do last week, Finn?”
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