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“Skinny?”
“Not too skinny.”
“Jasmine?”
“Sometimes.”
My eyes flicked down to the end of the bed when a silver fox jumped on the mattress. I stared. “Oh my, Cassander, however will you fit on such a large bed?”
The fox bared its tiny teeth at me and then proceeded to walk up Finn’s leg to his hip. There he lowered himself, wiggling his hind legs to get comfortable.
The fox’s steel gray eyes flicked back and forth between us.
Finn snorted. “One or two?”
“Two,” I replied.
The fox chomped his mouth once.
My lips twitched. One day, he would heal.
