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Selene gripped her sword like it was magically going to leap to life, protecting her. Amy would have laughed at the sight, if it wasn't so clear that this fear and aggression was aimed towards her. Amy's hand went to her stomach, a subtle reminder of why Selene wouldn't be able to fight back. Whether or not Amy attacked her was beside the point. The innocent lives inside her came first. Selene fumbled even more at Amy's simple question. The dog thought it would be easy to figure out whether or not one was a slave. Rolling her eyes she listened patiently to the answer. Snorting Amy shook her head. The pack of trinkets was clutched close to Selene, as if afraid Amy was one of the thieves the merchant fought so hard against. If you're not a slave, stop acting like one!
The question at the end had her shaking her head. I know you're in the same pack. You said you're living together, remember? Of all the fools she had to deal with, this was definitely the worst. Amy couldn't even kill the hybrid to get her to shut up, needing the heiress alive and well for the message she'd composed and delivered to her family to be valid. She watched the shaky young female for a few moments, silence settling in around them. Raoth could be heard in the background, uselessly tugging at his bonds to try and get free. Amy didn't even need to look as she chucked a throwing knife into his side, releasing a small yelp from him.
Selene finally gathered her wits together, holding herself with the pride and dignity befitting a member of her family. Amy nodded approval at this change before Selene started to speak. The pregnant female froze as the words reached her. A purebred, falling for a slave? It was preposterous. It could destroy everything. Shaking with rage Amy struck Selene across the face, claws scratching lightly at the surface. Don't be a fool. You're a Barino. You have responsibilities. Don't soil your bloodline with someone as unworthy as a slave. He can't feel love! Angrily Amy met Selene's eyes, challenging her to debate her words.<
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