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"Ooooh, lets go see Dustfinger." I squeed.

"Whatever." Sage said impassively.

And we made our way over to see the sexy fire-eater. He was out by a forest, but not alone, Mo was there with him and they both had a heated look on there faces.

"Hey, boys." I said flirtatiously

The looks of anger were quickly replaced by a large smirk when they laid eyes on me. "Hey, Harley." They both said coming over and giving me a big hug.

"What's up?" I grinned at them. "You guys look like you are in the middle of a fight."

The glower returned to Dustfinger's face. "We are."

Mo growled at him. "She's beautiful! The one for me!"

"You have a wife, go home to her and leave my family alone." Dustfinger said firmly.

"No, I don't." Mo said, wilting a little. "Resa left me."

I gasped, but Sage's face remained unchanged. Sometimes I wonder if he's really good at hiding emotions, or he really just doesn't care.

Mo nodded, his face full of grief. "I noticed Resa becoming distant with me a few weeks ago, I thought it was just because we have been apart for so long and she was just getting used to being with me again. But it didn't get better and then she told me that she was leaving."

"Where did she go?" I asked softly. Man, today just doesn't seem a good day!

Mo put his face in his hands. "She's prostituting herself. She said that I wasn't able to satisfy her in the ways she needed. I feel like a failure."

"Oh, Mo." I mourned. "I'm so sorry. I can't believe it."

"It gets worse." Dustfinger snapped. "Now this pervert has his eyes set on my daughter. And you aren't the only one to lose his wife!"

I look at him in horror, and Sage turned his blue eyes on him, silently.

"Dustfinger! Not you too!" I gasped out in horror. "Don't tell me she—"

"No," Dustfinger cut me off. "She's not a whore."

Mo winced at the word.

"What happened, then?" I asked.

"She left me for a man, just one man." Dustfinger mumbled, looking at the ground and fiddling with a loose thread of his shirt.

"Who?" I managed to say through my sorrow. Poor Mo! Poor Dustfinger!

"Capricorn."