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I didn’t get a response from my companion. Or rather, I got the wrong response. Chris headed straight for them without a word and without any sign of emotion in his face.
I grabbed his arm and dug my heels in, but the soft sand just parted before my feet. “Snap out of it, Chris! They’re not your type!”
Chris continued to walk ahead, his unblinking eyes ever on the threesome who trilled their shrill song. He splashed into the water and soon sank up to my knees. Shouts came to my ears. I whipped my head to and fro in search of help. Four figures flew out of the trees with their steps aimed toward the manor house. I recognized my adversaries for the crown.
“Help!” I called to them. A few of them turned their heads in my direction, and Timothy even slowed down.
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