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"They believed their lies would shield them, but the truth is a blade I now wield with deadly intent." ~Araneae Ruber
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LUELLA FURROWED her brows. "Yet to find out?"
"Yes." He folded his arms and stared at her.
"What?" She asked, feeling conscious of his eyes.
"Did you feel anything during your awakening?" He asked, his head softly tilted as he watched her expression.
"That night. Well, other than the deep intense pain that felt like I was going to die. I was perfectly fine." She said, teasing him.
Archibald rolled his eyes. "I am serious."
Luella sighed, "I swear. I didn't," she admitted.
He placed his hand on his temple, pressing his fingers on it. He felt the rising headache that came with the familiar stress.
'I really need blood.' He thought.
