11″I press my back against a large oak tree, breathing hard as sweat trickles down my face. I can hear the faint snap of twigs, and freeze, trying to figure out which direction they're coming from as my hand clutches my blade tighter. Kiera! Jax's voice rings out through the woods, and I whimper I know you're out here, honey. There's nowhere for you to run. I hear more snaps and rustling My men are all over these woods. Come out, now, and let's talk about this.
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