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Little changed in the ruby eyed woman’s face as the younger Lykoi eventually spoke. She could not see how that answer had anything to do with the question she wanted an answer to. It was not possible for the bitter hybrid to forgive something like that, to turn on one’s family. Had Halo not been so careful with pinning down her perspectives, she could have understood Zana’s choices in life, but of course she didn’t. She didn’t want to. She knew what she knew and she decided to judge the little rat for all it was worth. She wished to reach for her sword, but refrained from moving. ”Home?” she could not hold the mocking smirk away from her face as she repeated those words. She understood what the other meant, but there was no way Zana was going to get out of this. ”Then why are you here?” the Warrior’s musical voice mocked cruelly as her ruby eyes darkened to a thicker crimson. This was not Zana’s home. Smile died and she sneered at the other with exposed fangs, no longer nice. ”This place ceased being your home the moment you turned and left!” Angry again. It happened often these days.

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