Blackfeather Woods Is this what we wanted? What me most desired?

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The spark in her eyes was not of admiration this time. It was fear, a twisted form of it that Damien thought he was sensing through Astrid's glare. In his books the night  was to blame for the inconvenience, but that still did not mean their pact would be damaged. He looked back at her with a blank stare, listening to her reasoning with vague interest. But her words did spark a deeper curiosity. He's not, I agree... But it was your duty to keep him out of my way, drums his voice in brooding depths. He does not belong where he stands, you know that... But I am concerned that he will not want to resign to his position now that he's had it, he admits, holding Astrid's glare through every single word without a blink. Do you believe his loyalty towards you is stronger than his arrogance?

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