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16 The Journey
Nala The drive to Bloodhound was painfully long, stretching out like an endless road with no end in sight. As we trudged along, I couldn't help but wonder why someone as rich as Xander wouldn’t just fly there. It seemed so tedious and unnecessary to take this long journey by car. We stopped at a gas station to fill up the tank, and the weariness weighed heavily on me. I couldn't hold back any longer. "Why didn’t we just fly to Bloodhound? This trip feels like it’s taking forever," I asked, my voice tinged with frustration and fatigue. Ronan gave me a small smile and glanced at Xander. Xander was on a call, his face serious and focused. He didn’t even acknowledge my question. I doubt he was paying attention. Ronan stepped in to explain. "Well, you see, we aren't exactly popular. Xand
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