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They were here. Here. In Hadley's homeland. Dhiate leaned up against a tree, the bark rough against his dark back. He crossed his slender, bangled arms. The golden bands clicked together gently. He closed his eyes trying to steady his breathing. The mere thought of seeing Hadley again set him on edge. He wanted blood, he wanted payback. Hadley would pay for this. Amy had promised that she'd make sure he was.
Dhiate flinched when Amy howled. So loud, but they did want to be noticed. There was an extra note at the end, though he didn't know what it was for. Dhiate watched his mistress turn to him, eyes asking. Dhiate took in a deep breath, closed his eyes, and nodded. It was now or never, best get it done sooner rather than later.
The young male's face grew dark and hardened, he didn't want to show his fear or anxiety. As if unperturbed by the whole ordeal, he wiped at a nonexistent smudge on a single golden bangle.
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