Cutter's P.O.V.
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"You sure you're okay with me leaving Sorsha alone?" I asked War for the fifth time.
He looked up at me and raised a brow.
"Are you sure you're okay with leaving her?" he asked.
"She's a stranger in our territory," I said. "Of course, I'm nervous. You should be too."
"Uh huh," he mumbled. "She's fine, Cutter. She ain't going nowhere, and she ain't gonna attack nobody. She's not a threat. At least not now that we're listening to her."
"Okay fine, but why am I meeting you so early?" I complained.
"Because I got sh.it to do tonight," he grumbled. "Won't have time later. Or tomorrow."
"Delight sh.it, Naddy and Odie sh.it, or business sh.it?"
Yeah, I know about Odie. And Naddy and Feral. And that War knows everything. I was the only o
