Willis crouched slightly, reaching for the duffel bag without asking. “Let’s see what we’ve got here.”
Victor’s hand tightened almost imperceptibly on Orion’s fur. “I wouldn’t do that.”
Willis paused for a fraction of a second, then smirked. “Or what?”
He pulled the zipper open and tipped the bag.
The contents spilled out in a quiet cascade—clothes, neatly folded despite their wear; a small container of dog food; a canteen; and, sliding last, a rectangular object wrapped in cloth. It hit the ground with a dull thud, the fabric loosening just enough to reveal the edge of a frame.
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