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Chris and I both stiffened and whipped our heads about searching for the source. A shadow dropped from the canopy and landed on bent knees across the trail ahead of us. It was Duncan in his human form.
He straightened and clapped his hands. “Bravo! That was a wonderful show!”
Chris drew me behind him and glared at our acquaintance. “You were watching us.”
Duncan grinned and bowed his head. “Guilty, as charged, but I had to follow you because you two left the initiation ceremony a little early, so I’ve come to give you the rest of the trial info.”
“Did any of that ‘info’ mention a human-eating plant?” Chris quipped.
Duncan tapped the side of his nose and gave us a wink. “No, because that would be telling.”
“Telling us how we’re going to die?” I retorted.
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