If you want to lick your own wounds, then do it. Maybe it was the leather pants? Or the boots? Or the long-sleeved silk shirt in a deep green jewel tone that made his white skin almost shine in contrast. I gave him my eyes and let him see what I thought of what Clair had said. How can I trust you? Maybe you can't, but what choice do you have? I felt his power then, like water filling the room.
Sometimes it bugged me, but not today. I followed his order, even though I didn't agree. Who else have you been asking advice from? I opened my mouth, and closed it. She came back to Richard and smiled, again not like it made her happy.
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