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A sigh escaped Selene, and for a moment he wondered if he'd done something wrong. He didn't know much about being free after all. Hadley had wasted his life when free in a haze of alcohol and sex. He wasn't anyone to speak, and so much of the knowledge had been tortured out. He tensed slightly, only to become puzzled at her words. The fact that choice was restricted only from her made her sound a lot like a slave. Hadley knew she didn't have a master though, and Amy had treated her like an equal, something she never would have done if Selene was lower than her.
His answer about Sebastian displeased her even more, the small girl's ears flattening. Hadley's own ears pasted themselves to his skull, afraid that she would now hurt him for his answers. They hadn't made her happy, and he'd even dared to ask a question. Yet nothing came. Instead Selene talked about attacking Amy, getting revenge for the wounds that he bore. The very thought shook Hadley to the core. Selene muzzled into Hadley, and his grip tightened protectively. Don't. Don't go after her. Stay here. Please. His voice begged, not wanting to see her broken, shattered into pieces, Amy laughing above her body. He leaned down, nuzzling the top of her head. Please stay.
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