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He didn't seem to get it. His words proved that much. Amy didn't care about the pack beyond the contract that held her. She didn't care if canines tried to kill her. It had happened before. Amy always survived. She was a Sunders, and no one could challenge her. The dog knew that she had superior blood lines. She was a descendent of the strongest family in there, and no amount of trash would be able to kill her and take her down. A cold smile was her answer to his words, confirming that she would indeed kill him.
The apology that came was heavy with slipperiness. Amy listened with caution, picking up on the note of submission. Deciding that it was well enough Amy pulled her sword back. Smiling she looked down on him. Was that so hard? You could have done so much better if you hadn't chosen to misuse that silver edged tongue of yours. He wasn't as good as X'ies, but Amy expected few to match that. Now, for your dagger. I happen to need a sparring partner at the moment.
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