Scarred by fate
Lincoln, Max, Jasper, Aiden, Zach, Eliot, and Oscar sprawl on the grass in front of us, leaning back against the fire’s warmth.
I feel pleasantly tired and content, Zanthe dozing in the back of my mind, occasionally purring when she senses my relaxation. Stars glitter overhead as four more people stagger out of the woods, obviously the last ones to finish. I squint, trying to make them out. Lincoln shifts upright, tension radiating off him.
“Who is it?” Xander asks, blinking through the glare of the flames.
“My fucktard of a brother,” Lincoln mutters with a sigh.
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