Pepper glanced at Briar’s white cat, fidgeting with the key tucked in her belt. “Should we, get going?”
His hand beckoned her to follow. “I haven’t talked about the stories of Camelot since my sister and I were kids. You’re lucky, I know few human tales.”
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