“They looked a little rough around the edges, even for the Wilds. If they actually spoke, it still might be an improvement from current company. “Where are your gloves?” Dax asked, looking at my hands as we saw them approaching us. Oh shit. I couldn’t believe I’d done it again. An image of them sitting by the creek, where I’d splashed my face with water yesterday, sprang to mind. This was bad. “I left them back by the creek.” “You. Left. Them. By. The. Creek?” he asked in a tone of d...isbelief. “Yes. I. Did.” I mimicked his tone. “You think this is funny?” he asked. “No, but there’s nothing I can do about it now. It was a mistake.” I wasn’t going to tell him that I’d only forgotten them because he’d gotten me upset by calling me a Plaguer. A joke had seemed the best course of action. Looking at him now, maybe it hadn’t been?MoreLessRead More Read Less
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