Chapter 479 Fishing Wars

MYRANNA

"Should he be carrying so much stuff already?" I asked, watching Eliar haul yet another bag toward the trunk of his car without much effort.

Tessara glanced over, following my gaze. Eliar was currently juggling three fishing rods, a tackle box, and something that looked suspiciously heavy slung over his shoulder.

She nodded calmly. "Yes."

"That wasn't very reassuring," I muttered.

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