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Oct 27th, 2019, 07:12:18 AM
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My father… Two ordinarily innocuous words, but to Saoirse they were confirmation enough that Teuila Collins was exactly what Saoirse had assumed her to be: another scion. The note delivered to her room had lead Saoirse to believe she would be dealing with someone with less pragmatism about them, yet Teuila seemed - seemed - at least to be practically minded.
“Common foes?” Saoirse lifted a dark eyebrow. There were secrets that Hades kept from her, she knew that, but that he was a deity who gave rise to distrust and anger in others required only the smallest leap of logic.
“Who would they be?”
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