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The scent of a male reached her. Amy's ears trained on the stranger, tracking him as she continued on her work. There was no need to acknowledge him unless he approached after all. Raoth eyed him warily, moving against the wagon. One of Amy's customers? He hated that whole lot. Despised how easily they bent to her will, playing her game. He wasn't any better, but at least he had fought for a long time before being forced to surrender.
With his steps drawing nearer Amy glanced up, the skin of the goat partly hanging off. She nodded her head regally at his greeting. Casa di Cavalieri. A pack of liars and traitors. Sebastian had broken the contract they had, a fact she wouldn't forgive. He had set Hadley free, and displayed open disdain for her, despite the fact that they had traded together. The entire pack disliked her because of him. Amy Sunders. Can I help you?
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