The Forsaken
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"Chestnuts."
Atlas blinks, his whole body still coiled tight like a spring, but his brow furrows in confusion at the sight of the wicker baskets.
“Chestnuts?” he repeats, the word coming out like he’s not sure if he misheard her or if this is some elaborate trap. His claws retract just a little, but his tone stays sharp.
“You’re joking.” Cole says.
Amara sets the two baskets down on the low wooden table between us. They’re heavy, overflowing with smooth, dark nuts, still in their spiny husks. She brushes her palms together and straightens, looking at Atlas as if his reaction amuses her.
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