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indent “Corona told me,” he said swiftly, using tactic. Though Gabriel had never been very eloquent with words, he had picked up on how to speak and react, and how to play when he spoke. Taking another step, the hybrid began to make his way towards the door, though his pace was slow and not meant to suggest a retreat. “Are you planning on staying here?” She did, he knew, he could tell. She was never going to come back as long as she blamed him for the death of her brother.







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