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"They shattered my heart, but from the fragments, I have forged a weapon; now, their downfall is inevitable." ~Araneae Ruber
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LETTING OUT a frustrated sigh from his lips, Ozed pulled off all his dark disguise clothes that he wore to the banquet.
The hood slid off his head and his sliver hair fell onto his shoulders. He draped his coat over the chair and stared back at his father with his droopy-hooded eyes.
"Satisfied?" He asked, brushing his fingers over his hair, pulling out the little tangle that was there.
"Not yet. Why did you disobey my orders?" He asked, crossing his legs as he relaxed back in his seat. He waited for his answer.
Ozed stared at his father. Was he being serious right now? He squeezed his hand to a fist and released it.
"I asked a question, Ozed? Why did you disobey my orders and go see Luella Van-Rensselaer?" He repeated his question.
