'I could kill you, y'know,'
No, she thinks. You really, really couldn't.
'Nope,'
And she flicks hair from her shoulder, readies herself.
He drops his bow. She groans.
She owes him one.

'I could kill you, y'know,'
No, she thinks. You really, really couldn't.
'Nope,'
And she flicks hair from her shoulder, readies herself.
He drops his bow. She groans.
She owes him one.
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