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Post by chance on Apr 16, 2009 11:43:49 GMT -6
Chance's eyebrows shot up at Rayvan's words. Gifts from the fae often came with uncomfortable strings attached. Not always, of course, but often enough to make Chance very suspicious. He moved closer and hitched a hip to sit on the edge of his partner's desk.
The hell of it was that they just might need fae assistance to sort out this whole mess. That made Chance twitchy. Very twitchy.
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