“You assume correctly.” Will stretched his legs out and crossed them at the ankle, and raised an eyebrow at Elijah. It was useful putting himself in a position to be helpful. Fortune had smiled on him, putting him right in Elijah’s path. Except for poor old Seth. “What are you after doing?”
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