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Stopping dead in her tracks her dress swishing with each movement her anger rising the darkness seeping through her body darkening her aura "Zi...whats that smell" she whispered plastering a fake smile on her lips sniffing the air again he frowned chocolate and mint........
"mate" was ll her lips could manage as she moved across the room making no noise leaving Zina stood their she gripped the males arm knowing he had a powerful aura she snapped dragging him out to the balcony "ma" she cut him off before he could even talk "yeah yeah" she snapped watching his face crease with confusion. what could she do? reject him? accept him?
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Passage from the ball