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256. Ayla

Drax sat at the campfire, close to Marianna, who was deep in thought. He took in the stew slowly cooking over the fire, and the bottle of wine and a soft grin formed on his lips.

“Having a party without me?” he accused, but his voice was full of amusement.

Drax looked much better. He wasn’t in pai...