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"Well, did you tell them or not?" he asked impatiently, desperate to find out some explainable reason for why the mess of the soon-to-be-finalized head of the bard coven kept interacting with him. Darius made a derisive noise in the back of his throat, sounding offended. "No, I did not! I try to avoid Whispers when possible." Hunter chilled, feeling as if he was back on that mountain, the bitter gust threatening to topple him from its sheer ferocity. "Why?" His voice was coming out choked and scared, once more suspiciously hoarse. He barely resisted the urge to touch his fingers to the clasp of his cape hiding the bruises around his neck. As much as he wanted confirmation that Raine was no good he was also terrified of it. "Are they dangerous?" "HAH! No more than I am. Yet here you are barging into my room demanding answers." - "I don't know why I'm bothering to tell you this. I would rather bathe in the boiling sea than spend more time with you than necessary. Raine Whispers is a nuisance, that is why I avoid them. They are ridiculously perceptive and naive." "Oh." The fluttering of his heart slowed, "I guess I should have realized it was about you not liking someone."
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