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Did she just laugh? Hadley's eyes widened, looking over to Sidra. The hybrid had no idea what she was doing. She clearly had no idea what kind of things Amy was capable of. It had taken months for Hadley to gain the courage to interact with even his pack mates normally after being in her hands for a short time. Granted, he'd never been a tough guy, but at least he'd been capable of holding his own ground. Now, the thought of going somewhere she might turn up left him frozen, unable to proceed.
He shook his head. You can't handle her. She's... How did he describe Amy? Hopelessly he glanced down, eyes resting on the deep scars on his body. That was right. He didn't need to tell her. A hand placed over the scarred part of his arm from when Amy had decided to skin him alive. She did this... The hybrid continued over to touch the three giant slices across his body, the one in the center even more horrific from Amy plunging her hand inside him. And this... He pointed to his legs, scarred and battered, even a couple burn marks there. And this.
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