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15. Dryas
15 Dryas “What the f**k am I looking at, exactly?” I ask, turning away from the shore to look at Damen. Rue is right beside me, her head c****d as she looks at the big gray ship in the near distance. It’s stacked high with huge multicolored shipping containers, at least twenty wide and ten deep. Damen looks at the ship and shrugs. “It is not a big deal. I am friendly with the captain. He has agreed to take you to Podgorica. You will be in one of the containers for only two days. Three days tops, if things go wrong.” I level a look at him. “I would be more comfortable, brother, if you were coming along too.” He rolls his eyes. “One, I am not trying to sneak into Montenegro. I have the luxury of flying in. And two, someone has to make sure that Derrik goes with the monks. Besides, it’s
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