He studied her, amber eyes following the slight motion of her lips, the way her muscles betrayed her emotion as she spoke. It was not as if she was attempting to hide them, from what he could tell—the girl was still young, and still did not know her place in the world. She spoke more then he did, but most folks tended to. Gabriel was not a man of many words. Yet he listened with the quiet intensity of a predator and took in her words with each breath.
The girl was ignorant (or playing him). He frowned, opened his mouth to speak, and found it filled by one of his Hydra’s names. Then just as quickly she was off again, babbling on again. Finally she seemed to finish, and the dark faced coy-wolf spoke up. “We don’t get along with people who try and kill us,” the Aquila explained. It was as simple as that in his eyes. “I am,” he answered her other question, stepping forward to study the girl. “How do you know Snake?”
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