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#Chapter 110 A Bonfire
Helen POV While everyone dined and seemed happy to celebrate the new standard of the pack, Justin and I found ourselves at the edge of the long table, out of way from the commotion with Oscar and Randy and Russo. The pixies had been clinging to Russo since we got here, happy to see another creature as close to their kind as possible. They loved his wings and danced open the light, iridescent colors of them. I couldn’t help but sit with the Fae, brushing the pixies as they twirled down his spine and played amongst each other on his long, sharp wings. Justin brushed my neck with his hand, pushing my hair aside and grinning wider than before. “Mate, leave them be,” he hummed. I pouted like a pup but obliged. I think he was just jealous of my entertainment and attention being on Rus
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