The last thing Russell wants to do is go back to
the home that his childhood Wolf pack exiled him
from. Yet, like it or not, that's where Russell's
sorry ass is going. The fact that he's doing so in
order to attend a wedding between his old Alpha
and a feline shifter only make it more aggravating.
Just when Russell least expects it, a most welcome
diversion comes, via way a cute, sexy Lynx shifter
named Dalton.

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Hey, There’s Fur In My

Wedding Cake

By

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uck, the fates must really have a major beef
against him. Either that or he’d pissed off

Mother Karma and she was giving him a swift
kick in the ass.

How else could Russell explain how his ass had

wound up at what was essentially a wedding
between a cat and a dog? Okay to be fair, the
groom was really a Wolf and his bride a Jaguar.
And they were both shifters, so they were human
most of the time, but seriously…a Fido marrying a
Fluffy? That just seemed wrong on so many levels.

True, it’d already been done. The bride and

groom’s brothers had officially become mates not
too long ago. But then again, they hadn’t made
this big of a deal over it. Of course, that was
probably because the present groom was a jerk
who lived to be the center of attention.

Russell let out a long-suffering sigh as he

surveyed the scene in front of him. Actually,
colossal cluster fuck would be a better term.

The large meeting hall that stood in the heart of

the building housing his former pack was packed
full. Not with just Wolves either. Everywhere he
turned, he encountered a different breed of feline.
Lions and tigers and cheetahs—oh, my! There were

F

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even a small scattering of some other breeds, too, a
couple Hawks were present as well as a Fox
and…damn…a Black Widow shifter. Wow, he
thought that particular type of spider was near
extinct, since they had the nasty habit of always
turning on each other.

Damn, this little event was turning out to be a

documentary from Animal Planet gone bad. It was
so much that Russell almost turned around and
walked out. Almost. Then he thought about his
cousin, Ranger and all thoughts of fleeing
evaporated.

Well, Ranger was really his second cousin, but

Russell wasn’t about to dick around with
technicalities. Especially, since Ranger was one of
the few family members that Russell actually liked
and respected.

He sure as hell didn’t like the Alpha of the

pack. Chris, who was really his cousin, was the
groom of the wedding about to take place. To
Ranger, there was only two tags that really should
be associated with the wolf and they were ass and
hole.

While he’d missed the actually marriage

ceremony, Russell forced himself to come to the
reception. But only in hopes of mending fences
between Ranger and Chris. Other than that,
Russell wouldn’t have shown his face at all.

The hall was lavishly decorated with so many

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bows, flowers and taffeta that it looked like a
wedding planner had exploded. Not that Russell
expected anything less. After all, it wasn’t every
day a Wolf Alpha married the sister of the leader
from the local feline coalition. There hadn’t been a
royal wedding this big since Will and Kate.

There was just as much security at this one, too.

Everywhere Russell looked, he saw armed
guards—both feline and Wolf. His hand strayed to
his side, to where he usually kept his own
weapon, but all he encountered was blank space.
While the guards may be packing, the invites had
clearly stated that all guests were to show up
gunless and knifeless. The lack of the weapon
made Russell feel naked and vulnerable.

The groom finally spotted Russell. Giving what

he hoped was a hearty wave, Russell fought to
keep the disdain from his face. It was darn hard
work. The man just screamed arrogance from his
tall stature to his muscular build and his almost
too ruggedly good looks. Today that badass had
taken a bit of a more formal edge to it since he
wore a black tux and styled his russet hair
perfectly, but Russell could still see the egotism
lurking under the layers of refinement.

While Russell always kept his own brown hair

carefully neat and clipped short and he never
went anywhere without one of his expensively
tailored suites on, he always made a point of never

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coming off as too conceited. At least he hoped so.
He’d rather jump from the top of the Chrysler
building than come off as a carbon copy of his
former Alpha. It’s just that after Russell worked so
hard to earn his nice clothes, he was going to show
them off.

“Chris.” Russell nodded once the groom who

was in front of him, but made no move to lower
his gaze in a show of submission.

A flicker of annoyance went through Chris’s

eyes before he gave a tight-lipped smile. “I didn’t
think you’d show.”

“I didn’t think you’d invite me.”
Chris arched a brow. “Why shouldn’t I?”
Russell tilted his head to the side.

“Ah…because I was exiled from the pack.”

“That was my father’s doing. Not mine. As far

as I’m concerned, once he died, you were once
more welcome back.”

“Really?” Russell didn’t even bother hiding the

disbelief in his tone.

“Of, course. We’re kin after all. And unlike my

father, that means something to me.”

“True, but not many would want to claim me,

given my current profession.”

A smirk came over Chris’s face. “Profession? Is

that what criminals are called nowadays?”

Hurt sliced through Russell, but he’d die before

he showed it. Instead, he forced himself to give an

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impassive shrug. “I did what I had to in order to
survive after your father threw me out of the pack.
If I so happened to make millions off it, so be it.”

“Let’s not be coy, Russell. Everybody knows

you were a crook even before Dad tossed you.”

Now anger mixed in with the pain as Russell

wondered just how much the now deceased
former Alpha had smeared his good name. Good

name? Well, isn’t that rich. Because deep down, you
know you’re no good, a nasty voice chanted in his
head.

That still didn’t mean that Russell had to take

the lies standing down. “Look, I may be a crook
now, but that wasn’t always the case and that sure
as hell wasn’t why your father exiled me.”

No, it’d been because Russell had been gay that

the Wolves had turned their backs on him. It’d
been the same way with Ranger, too. It wasn’t
until Chris’s own brother, Dean, came out that the
pack suddenly became tolerant.

“I had nothing to do with that. I never wanted

any harm to come to you or Ranger,” Chris
protested.

“Maybe not, but you sure as hell didn’t do

anything to stop it either.”

For a second, Russell thought Chris was going

to argue that point, too. Then the Alpha turned to
look at his bride and a look of shame crossed his
strong face. “You’re right. I should have done

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more. If I had, then Ranger never would have
been captured, Dean would have been able to
claim his own mate sooner and you wouldn’t have
had to become what you are now.”

Russell blinked a few times, resisting the urge

to glance around to see if there were some flying
pigs or ice skating demons. Chris actually
admitting he was wrong? This had to be a first.

“Did Ranger come today?” Chris asked in a

hopeful voice.

“No, he didn’t want to leave his mate behind

and it’s too dangerous for Xavier to come out in
public because he’s an Eagle shifter,” Russell
replied in a much more subdued tone.

While he wasn’t exactly ready to become

buddies with Chris, Russell had to give the guy
credit for taking a bite of humble pie. Plus, it
wouldn’t do Ranger any good for Russell to keep
taking swipes at Chris. While Russell couldn’t give
a damn about the pack, he knew Ranger still
missed it. If Russell could get Ranger and Chris to
mend their bridges, then maybe Chris could come
home, if only for a short visit.

“Do you think that maybe you can convince

him to come another day? You know, so we can
clear things between us?” Chris suggested,
showing he was having the same thoughts.

“How about you go to him? He’s still living at

the feline coalition so he’s easy enough to find.”

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Chris let out a sigh. “Yeah, I can do that. I just

hope that he’ll talk to me.”

“Would you blame him if he didn’t?” Russell

challenged.

“No, I know I fucked up big time. I should have

done so much more to protect him. I’m not proud
of the kind of leader I was back then.”

Russell didn’t argue because quite frankly,

Chris was right. Until his bride, Cassie, came into
the picture and taught him how to be stronger,
Chris had been a piss poor Alpha. Russell glanced
over at Cassie, wondering how one person could
change another so much. Sure, she was pretty
enough with her long brown hair and sparkling
amber eyes, but looks only went so far.

Call him jaded, but up until recently, Russell

didn’t think that it was possibly for one to change,
period. He always believed that jerks like Chris
would forever remain jerks. Just like he thought
that losers like him would always remain losers.

Despite Chris’s true love transformation,

Russell didn’t have any aspirations that he’d
follow suite any time soon. While plenty of guys
liked to fuck him because he had wealth and
power, none of them had truly cared for Russell.
Not that he blamed them, he was a two-bit crook
and nothing could ever change that.

Cassie glanced over in their direction and began

to motion for her groom to join her. Chris shot

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Russell an apologetic grin. “Sorry, gotta go.”

Russell nodded before giving Cassie a wave.

She scowled in turn. Not that Russell could blame
her. The last time they met he’d made a big point
of coming on to one of her younger brothers.
While she may not have any issues with Russell
being gay, since all her brothers were, too, they
were all overprotective of each other. The last
thing any of them would want is one of their own
hooking up with a rogue Wolf.

Retreating to the buffet table, Russell looked for

something to drink. A pang of regret went
through him when he noted all they had was soda
and punch. He knew he shouldn’t have expected
anything different. While there were some forms
of alcohol that could make shifters drunk, it was
all illegal. All because some Alphas get prickly
when homemade booze kills off members of their
packs.

Resigning himself to a cup of sugary punch,

Russell took a sip as he wondered how long he
had to stay before he could bail without insulting
Chris. While Russell may not be a member of the
pack anymore, he didn’t want any more bad blood
between them. Chris mainly stayed out of his way
so he could run his business smoothly and Russell
wanted to keep it that way.

“Wow, look at that cake,” a soft male voice

exclaimed.

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“Don’t you think that maybe it’s a bit too

much?” Russell snarked, not even bothering to
look over at who was talking to him. He was
already in major danger of having a sugar
overload. If he had to see another expression of
dopey admiration from a coalition or pack
member, Russell was going to lose it.

Instead, he eyed up the triple tower of cake. A

pure monstrosity with pink and white icing, it was
so huge it took up nearly one half of the large
buffet table. Oh God, it even had a real operating
fountain in the center. To make things worse, the
cake was draped with tinkling white lights and a
plastic wedding party. Russell didn’t know
whether to eat the thing or blow it up to save
everyone from its sheer tackiness.

“Why would it be too much? It’s not every day

that you get married, so you may as well go all
out. Besides, I think it’s romantic,” the speaker
replied wistfully.

Romantic? Was this guy kidding him? Next, he’d be

babbling about how he dreamed things would be on his

own special day.

“I do think it would be better if they went with

some other color than pink. At least that’s what I
would do,” the guy said.

It didn’t exactly fulfill Russell’s prediction, but

it was close enough. He gripped his drink tighter
as he wished he was someplace else. Anywhere

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would do, just so long as he could get away from
this reception and all these way-too-happy shifters
and the former home that carried way too many
bad memories.

“You have something against pink?” Russell

took a deep drink of his overly sweet punch and
had to repress a shudder.

“It’s just not Cassie. That gal has chesticals so

big that I’m surprised she didn’t go with a blue
and black theme. The other day I told her she was
too small to handle a grenade launcher and she
punched me in the nuts so hard, I sang soprano
for nearly two hours.”

Stunned, Russell finally turned to look at the

speaker and nearly choked on his punch. Not
because of the outlandish statement, but because
he couldn’t remember the last time he’d seen
something so hot, so sexy and so damn cute. Since
Russell got around that said a lot.

A couple inches shorter than Russell and about

fifty pounds lighter, the shifter looked to be in his
early twenties. The tall, lithe build marked the
male as feline, although Russell wasn’t sure what
type. He wore civilian clothes, consisting of a pair
of high-end jeans and a button up red shirt. The
sleeves rolled up to reveal thin arms. A rainbow,
rope bracelet dangled on the man’s wrist.

The feline looked up from under the fringe of

his dark bangs, an impish, tiny grin playing on his

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full lips. While his black hair was cut short, the
front was left a bit longer so it flopped over his
huge, almost innocent looking blue eyes.

“You know what? You’re right. The cake looks

nice. In fact, there are a few things that look
yummy here,” Russell drawled back.

Russell didn’t know what shocked him more,

that he was using such a lame line or that he’d just
popped off the word yummy. If the Wolves who
worked under him only knew, they’d never let
him live it down.

The feline grinned wider, the sweetest dimple

making a brief appearance on his full cheeks.
“You’re not talking about food, are you?”

“No, I’m not,” Russell confessed. He’d always

been brutally honest, so why change?

“That has to rank in the top ten worst pickup

lines used on me.” The man tilted his head to the
side as his gaze swept up and down Russell.

“Do you have a lot of guys coming on to you?”
“About two or three a day. There aren’t too

many Lynxes in our coalition so I’m sort of an
oddity to them.”

Russell was willing to bet that it had to do with

a lot more than the guy being an exotic breed. He
could have been a common tomcat and men still
would have been drawn to the sensual, yet sweet
feline. Just as quickly as that thought occurred to
Russell, a rush of jealously swept over him. The

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mere thought of anybody touching the man in
front of him made Russell want to growl in
protest.

“What’s your name?” he asked, trying to keep

his voice even lest he scare away the feline.

“Dalton. What’s yours?”
“Russell.”
Dalton’s lips pursed in a knowing expression

before he said, “Oh, I heard about you.”

The need to curse grew strong as Russell felt a

bit of shame over who he was. “What exactly did
you hear?”

“That you’re the one to go to if somebody needs

guns, drugs or other junk.”

“I’ve never dealt drugs,” Russell pointed out

quickly. “I’ve never touched the stuff.”

Something that may have been admiration

flicked over Dalton’s eyes. “I also heard that you
helped rescue Trevor and his friends when they
were captured by slavers.”

“Are you close to Trevor?”
“Sure, he and his mate are letting me live with

them.” Dalton’s eyes narrowed. “But it’s perfectly
platonic, we’re not into each other, if you know
what I mean.”

Amused by the Lynx’s sassy comment, Russell

almost laughed. He forced himself to hold it in lest
Dalton think he was being mocked.

“So, does that mean you’re into somebody

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else?”

An endearing flush came over Dalton’s cheeks

as he shook his head, his hair flopping even more
into his eyes. “Nah, nobody has really done
anything for me.”

Russell bit his bottom lip to keep from smiling

as relief flooded through him at the thought of the
young Lynx being unclaimed. “Why not?”

Dalton tilted his face up, his gaze growing a bit

darker, even as the blush spread further over his
face. “Because none of them have been a tall wolf
with brown hair and eyes.”

Arousal shot through Ranger, his Wolf

growling its own approval. Setting down the cup,
Russell curled his hands into loose fists. The urge
to grab Dalton and drag him into an empty room
so they could have their own private celebration
nearly made Russell lose control of his emotions.

“Lucky you, there are plenty of Wolves here

who fit that description,” Russell replied in a
deceptively mild tone. Inside the word mine! Mine!
Mine! Beat in time with his heart.

Dalton reached out and trailed a finger down

the center of Russell’s chest. “True, but there’s
only one Wolf who interests me.”

Russell’s body burned from Dalton’s brief

caress. “And who is that?”

A sexy chuckle drifted past Dalton’s lips. The

sound so rich and melodic, it made Russell’s cock

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jerk in response. Leaning in close, Dalton
whispered, “If you have to ask that, then you’re
not the guy I thought you were.”

Russell swallowed hard as he scrambled for a

witty reply. He’d been with plenty of guys. All of
whom had been more experienced and older than
Dalton, yet none of them had affected Russell so
strongly. How some young, tease managed to turn
him on so much when so many others had failed
was a mystery. Damn, if Russell cared enough to
struggle to come up with an answer either. All
that mattered to him was how he was going to get
Dalton alone, naked and under him.

Russell scanned the room, looking for some

place where they could sneak away. The exit was
all the way across the hall, so that was out.
Especially since Chris was making a speech inches
from the door. The next option was the bathroom,
but that was out, too, since too many shifters were
coming in and out.

Desperate, Russell finally grabbed Dalton and

led him to a small alcove nearby. It was small and
taken up by coats, but it would serve their needs
adequately enough.

Putting his hand in the center of Dalton’s chest,

Russell gave a gentle shove until the Lynx’s back
was pressed against a wall. Dalton’s lips parted in
shock, his eyes widening in the most endearing
way.

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“You don’t waste any time, do you?” Dalton

asked, his hands going up to rest on Russell’s
shoulders.

“Not when I see something that I want,”

Russell growled.

He leaned down and captured Dalton’s lips in a

hard, yet sensual kiss. Dalton let out a soft
whimper before he became plaint, sagging into
Russell. A thrill of possession went through
Russell as he wrapped his arms around the
younger man, completing holding him in his
embrace.

Tearing his lips away, Russell gazed into

Dalton’s passion-infused gaze. “How old are
you?”

While Dalton looked old enough, Russell was

going make damn sure before things went too far.
While he may be a professional criminal, there
were some depths that not even he would stoop.

“Nineteen,” Dalton replied, his voice thick with

arousal. “How old are you?”

“Thirty.”
The impish grin returned to Dalton’s lips.

“Wow, you’re old.”

Disappointment slammed into Russell. “Too

old for you?”

Dalton shook his head, the smile still firmly in

place. “Nah. I’ve always liked it when my guys
had a few years on me.”

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The plural use of guys made Russell want to

snarl in protest. If he had his way, Dalton
wouldn’t so much as look at another male again.

“Kiss me again. Please?” Dalton pled as he

tilted his lips up invitingly.

That was a request that never would have to be

asked twice. Russell lowered his head, their
mouths once again meeting. This time he took
things slower so he could savor the wild taste of
Dalton and how the man’s tongue felt as his slid in
to explore.

There were so many things Russell wanted to

do that he didn’t know where to start. Various
ideas flashed through his head, each one more
erotic than the last. He visualized how it would
look, to have Dalton kneeling before him, the
Lynx’s pink lips stretching as they sucked off
Russell’s cock. Next came the fantasy of jerking
down Dalton’s pants, just enough so Russell could
bend him over and fuck them both into oblivion.

Then Dalton’s body trembled. It wasn’t much,

just the tiniest of movements, but it was enough to
let Russell know that the younger man wasn’t as
experienced as his earlier teasing suggested.

Although it was one of the hardest things he

ever had to do, Russell pulled back and put a
break on the encounter. He still kept Dalton in his
arms, however, not willing to give up that
comfort.

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Dalton swayed, a glazed, shocked expression

coming over his eyes. “Why did you stop?”

“Because if I didn’t, I was going to screw you

right here and I don’t think your first time should
be in a coat closet.” Russell lightly skidded his lips
across Dalton’s jaw.

“How do you know it will be my first time?”

Dalton gasped.

“Kitten, everything about you screams virgin.”
Dalton nibbled on his bottom lip as he lowered

his gaze. “I’m sure if you give me a chance I can
catch on quick.”

Regret washed through Russell as he realized

he’d inadvertently hurt Daltons’ feelings. Tucking
his fingers under Dalton’s chin, Russell made the
feline meet his gaze.

“There’s nothing wrong with you being

inexperienced. If anything, it makes you even
sexier.”

“Then why did you stop?”
“Make no mistake, kitten. We will fuck and I

will be your first, but when it happens it’s going to
be special, like you deserve.”

Dalton pulled a face. “I’m not some girl who

needs coddling.”

Russell laughed. “If you were a girl, then it

wouldn’t be an issue because I wouldn’t be
interested in you.”

“Then when? Where?”

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“How about we—”
“Dalton, what in the hell are you doing?” A

sharp voice sliced through the air, cutting Russell
off.

“Shit!” Dalton jumped, his eyes growing huge

with alarm.

Russell growled in irritation as he turned to

face off against the intruder. A tall, thin, dark-
haired male stood at the opening of the alcove. He
wore the all black coalition uniform and a furious
expression.

“Let me guess, you’re Trevor,” Russell drawled.
When Russell made no move to let Dalton go,

the Lynx wiggled out of his hold and slid away
from the wall. While Dalton didn’t step
completely away, Russell still felt a sense of loss.

The intruder lifted the corner of his mouth up

in a sneer. “Yes, I’m Trevor and I know who you
are, too. What I don’t know is why in the hell you
just had your filthy paws all over my charge.”

“Don’t talk about him that way. Besides, you

have no right to tell me who I can and can’t be
with,” Dalton argued.

“I do when I see you’re about to make a huge

mistake,” Trevor countered.

“That’s not fair at all. Especially since Russell

helped you out when the slavers had you.”

It stunned Russell that Dalton so readily came

to his defense, even though they’d known each

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other less than an hour.

Trevor gave a slight nod, but the stubborn look

on his face remained. “I appreciate him for doing
that. It still doesn’t mean that I want him around
you.”

“Why don’t you let Dalton make that decision

for himself?” Russell interjected.

“Because Dalton’s been through a lot of crap

this past year. The last thing he needs is some
manipulative bastard to come into his life and
mess things up for him,” Trevor snapped.

“That wasn’t very nice,” Dalton chided.
“Maybe not, but he’s right,” Russell admitted,

hating himself all the more at that moment. “I’ve
done things that would make Satan blush in
shame.”

“Oh,” Dalton sighed as he nibbled on his lip.
“Why do you act so taken aback? You told me

earlier you knew about my past.”

“True, I’d just hoped that the stories were

exaggerated.”

Russell pressed his mouth together as it was he

who lowered his gaze. No, the stories hadn’t been
exaggerated. He was rotten to the core. Then he
glanced up at Dalton and sucked in a breath as he
spotted something in the Lynx’s gaze. It was so
foreign to Russell that it took him a few moments
to recognize it. Even after that, it still took him a
few more moments to actually believe that it was

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being directed at him.

Dalton was giving him what could only be

called a hopeful, yet devoted look. Like, while he
knew that Russell was crap, Dalton still saw some
good.

Trevor reached out, grabbed Dalton by the

hand and dragged the younger man to the
opening of the alcove. “Come on, let’s get home.
Shane will be waiting for us.”

Dalton gave Russell one last regretful glance

before he gave a tiny nod. Not that Russell blamed
him for his choice. While they had some pretty
damn strong chemistry, they’d just met, whereas
he’d known and trusted Trevor for much longer. It
still didn’t mean the rejection didn’t sting like a
bitch.

They started to leave and Russell felt a rush of

panic as he realized that he may never see Dalton
again. Desperate for that not to happen, Russell
rushed forward. “I’ll let you take him tonight, but
that doesn’t mean I’m giving up on him.”

They paused, a look of fury crossing Trevor’s

face. Dalton, on the other hand, grinned as his
eyes sparkled with amusement.

Slowly turning, Trevor said, “Do you have a

death wish or something?”

Truth be told, up until an hour ago, Russell

sometimes wondered the same thing himself.
Because despite all the money and power, his life

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had been empty. That was until a certain Lynx
wandered into his life and knocked everything on
its ass. “Not anymore.”

“Then why in the hell are you being so

persistent about this?”

Locking gazes with Dalton, Russell replied,

“Because he belongs with me and nothing is going
to stop me from claiming him.”

Trevor smirked at him. “Yeah, we’ll see about

that.” He then dragged Dalton away.

As he watched them leave, Russell vowed to

himself that no matter what he had to do, even if
he had to change everything about himself, he’d
somehow prove himself worthy of Dalton. Most of
all, he wouldn’t give up until the Lynx was where
he belonged—by Russell’s side and under his
protection.

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