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Her question bid a surreptitious smile to his face. It cooled her blood, making her fight a shiver. ?who am I?? He replayed the question back to her. She nodded lightly, though she knew his question was rhetorical. Their gazes remained locked, Soleil clasping on her muster hard to do it. She was not good at eye contact, she never had been. In this situation though, she felt it was a requirement, a safeguard. Perhaps if she made herself appear stronger, he would only assault her with words.
?I am creedance voltaire. master of nightmares, and satans fore-most demon.? She nodded, her mind speaking silently "Oh," she mentally told herself with mock seriousness. ?Why are you out all alone, Soliel? Don?t you know how dangerous these lands can be?? The male's tone was purely conversational. His body loosening as she watched him look away from her. |
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