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CHAPTER EIGHTY SEVEN
Richards POV: The sun felt nice on my face. The pool was clean, sparkling, inviting. Alastor's pack house looked like an expensive vacation house or something. But it was a fun place to be. I heard Alastor's footsteps come up to me, he laid beside me on the mat I'd spread out beside the pool. "So," he spoke. I heard him pouring some wine. I took the glass from him and drank it. "Like it?" "It's good." I replied without looking at him. "It was a recent loot. Really good stuff they had." I nodded. Being like this, I felt the stress leaving my body. I wasn't worried that Conrad would show up with some news. There was only the sound of the wind, and Alastor talking. "You finally decided to show up." Alastor said after a moment of silence. "Alastor, please, can you not?" I'm actually
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