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Moist cool embraced her body as she let her frame sink into the black, glistening surface of the lake. A small smile lit up her fair face for merely a moment as Ezekiel’s words reached her ears. ”Sirius Revlis is his name, yes?” She asked, tones overly sweet to add just a touch of arrogance. She too had met with the charming, yet definitely poisonous man. Yes, even in the presence of the only man that was her superior. The Lykoi preferred to dislike him, for he represented something she loathed. Scarlet hues peered at him, curious, for she wondered who the second part of we could be. She would have thought she should have been the one to accompany him, but her position of Centurion seemed to be an empty title more often than not.
She returned his boyish smile with a sugar coated one of her own, though the cool layer in her eyes refused to melt. ”By all means, join me.” Did her cousin know that he had been one of the first rocks that had started the landslide? It was he that had inspired her dreams of becoming one of the most deadly tools this clan had to offer. If not, he was never to learn. He could have been someone she looked up to, but her dislike had grown strong in his absence.
Your faith walks on broken glass
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