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A tidal wave had broken down a wall, and now its fury rose in swells. Aurèle nearly balked at the sound of it, this oncoming storm, but she was a creature who behaved without change. To her, a threat was a threat—sister or not. Without hesitation her lips parted in a snarl, baring ivory fangs that had not dulled from use. Of everything the Aston woman was, she was a fighter. She had fought against the world and come out on top, destroying hundreds in her wake. The woman was a monster, and always had been.
And her sister, her stupid sister was still living a lie. “You idiot!” She screamed, eyes no longer dark but now filled with nuclear fire. “You paraded around pretending to see ghosts so everyone would think you were so damn special, but you’re just stupid! Tabarnak!” She cursed, throwing her hands in the air, pacing because her body felt as if it might explode. “He did nothing,” she spat, shaking her head, her voice rising as her tempo increased--the accent was far more pronounced then it ever had been. “He came back, he came back and he told everyone the truth. She used him, she used him and none of us saw it.”