Curse of the Wolves
Blakely
“You may ask us one question each,” The first twin grinned, rocking back on his heels.
The second snickered, “Best of luck.”
I chewed the inside of my cheek. There were several ways I could go about this, but what if I were wrong? Worst case scenario, I had a fifty-fifty chance of getting it right, but did I really want to risk my life on a guess?
“What if I don’t want to choose? Uh, wait. Actually, don’t answer that. That’s not one of my two questions.”
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