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... he didn’t say it.

"My-my answer is not right now!" she responded, a bit alarmed by how much warmer the air had suddenly become compared to before. It was enough that it wasn’t something she could simply ignore.

"Ca-Cain!" she began to speak, stretching her hands out to touch him, only to feel him lean away. His expression was dark, but the anger brimming in his gaze was enough to almost make her flinch back again as he moved to walk past her, heading toward the bed.

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