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I had just finished pouring the mint tea into freshly washed cups when Rayny threw open the door, tears in her eyes and ran to the back. I just threw everything on top of the table and ran to her, not even caring about Admus and Weldin’s shocked faces. She opened the trapdoor and banged it close; I followed her and left it open, worriedness running through me – making me shake. I saw her laid head, covered by her thick and lustrous, like black ink, hair and approached her cautiously – I knew she wouldn’t like me trying to pry but I was still doing it. I ran a hand through her spine and she slapped it away, looking at me through hair. I caressed her hair, her hidden cheeks, massaged her ear and left my hand resting on her neck.

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She pierced him with hard eyes and showcased what she could do by throwing him to the ground with one hand and putting the knife to his throat. Rayny smiled wildly and pressed her knee into his stomach almost touching his sensitive organs. Amusement and elatedness ran through him and he pounced on her, swiftly tackling her and seizing the arm, that was holding the knife, above her head, and locked her legs from moving with his feet and held her arms together with one hand. Salez smiled again, wilder than Rayny’s smile, and laughter erupted from him when he saw her angry face.

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He almost acted like I was his mother and in some ways I was starting to get attached to the kid. I guess Salez also saw his brother getting attached because he pulled him and started playing with him, giving the reigns to Admus, looking all smug. I crossed my arms and diverted my attention to Rayny, she had been quiet since the start of the trip and that meant…she was in a foul mood. Usually, away from the fights, she would be all chatter happy…

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I pumped my arm in the air and then I saw her getting thrown to the ground and she didn’t move anymore. I screamed in the most high-pitch I’ve ever heard from me and started running, tears streaming down my face, but someone caught me and I struggled; biting, kicking, scratching – everything to reach the person I still had left.

-  Shitty kid! Stop moving or I’ll slap you three times!

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