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An arm wrapped around her, and Amy found herself leaning into the muscular male. He was a wonderful companion. A good fighter, weak to her wiles, intelligent, good looking, weak to her wiles...did she repeat that last part? Well, it didn't really matter. Amy took the delicate wine, enjoying the scent briefly before drinking more. She really shouldn't be doing this. A vague part of her understood that the alcohol was a rare treat, not one to be taken down in such a way, but Jaden had hit a sore point for her.
Her face was openly confused at his words, the mask she carried fallen apart. If he looked now he might see the monster he was holding, no sympathy or kindness inside her. At least, not any that Amy let herself acknowledge. Kind words? Family? Why would they do that? She looked over, brown eyes wide and vulnerable. Kindness is a weakness. A tool. You can't trust it. Nodding her head in agreement she held out the bottle again. Wise words.
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