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Scout had only made it through half of the food that Sparrow had piled up on her plate before Caleb returned, hands still folded together as he indicated with his head they should follow him. He had to make the gesture; Scout wasn’t sure what the bright green liquid everyone was drinking was, but the smugglers around them were talking louder and louder, their cheeks flushing even as they poured themselves a fourth or fifth measure of the stuff.
Geeta, having barely touched her food, leapt to her feet to follow Caleb. Emilie split one of the rolls and stuffed it with the rest of her meat before following after.
Scout caught the dogs’ leashes to lead them out of the dining hall, but Shadow only took one limping step before sitting down with a soft whine.
Nothing was broken, but he was
