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Iskata didn't argue, didn't disagree, for which Deuce was grateful for. This game between her co-leader and the black male had gone on long enough. Deuce was tired of seeing him cower; she had never once pulled rank on him, though by all rights she could. She didn't want to. Whether he'd left or not, he was still the love of her life, more so than Soran had ever been.
She swung her steady bi-colored gaze to the grey male. Her body slowly relaxed as she conciously allowed it to. There would be no fighting on this day. She didn't need to be so stiff and angry. Her hands relaxed at her sides, and she soon crossed her arms. She looked between the two males impatiently waiting for them to both cease cowering. She wanted nothing more than to hold Lucifer close, but he made that all too impossible.
Yes, she still loved him, even if they were no longer official mates. It was partially her fault, and partially his. But laying the blame didn't matter so much any more. All that mattered now was what was going on here. She would let Iskata find out that, she was just here to make sure Iskata laid no more blame on lucifer thn was actually his.
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