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"I am getting," Dilan said from where he was checking on the food he had cooking, "very tired of feeling Aaron's eyes boring into my back. It's starting to feel like I'm the prey animal and he's the predator. Not comfortable." Braig made a grumbling noise as well, also tired of the whole damn thing. That bastard was in his town and he wanted. Him. GONE.

The problem being how to do it without someone ending up in jail. Someone other than Aaron.