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_____Her dislike for Matinee had never really been hidden that well. Corona hadn't liked her from day one and even though, she felt the prickle of hot fire rush her veins at the sneering tone in his voice. In the end, her hunches about the gypsy had it been right, and Matinee had outcast Ahren faster than a piece of bad food in a supermarket deli. She had disappeared on her children, she had turned her back on the family that she had been taken into. Perhaps in time Corona would have come to tolerate her in the way that she had finally come to tolerate (and eventually accept) her younger siblings, but it hadn't come. It would never come.


_____Still, she kept her aggression in check, trying to conceal the fact that he had gotten a rise out of her with such a thing. “Oh, she's dead is she?” Corona wasn't convinced, maybe because Matinee was partly a D'Angelo. Misery wasn't dead yet despite all of the things that she had been through, despite how crippled and mangled she was, so why would Matinee be? It seemed like the same sense that they all avoided eating a bullet, so did she. “Did you come over here to rub that in your father's face?” Matinee had hurt Ahren in a way that Corona could not forgive her, and the gold Lykoi had little desire to let go of the intentions to do harm the next time she ever saw her.

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