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There was one point in his life where Elias would've just rolled over and let James get into bed with him. But he was past that point. He'd had more than one slave try to kill him. He couldn't trust James right off the bat. Luckily, he'd gotten better at thinking right as he woke up. So instead of agreeing, he swung his legs over, getting out of bed. He walked over to a closet, and grabbed two thick blankets. "Here," he said, tossing them on James' bed. Then he crawled back into his own.
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