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Harlyn eyed him warily as he reacted to her words, uncertain of how he would take it.  It was strange to worry about such a thing.  This was Luke after all.  Luke would never hurt her, no matter anger and resentment transpired between them.  But still, as he came forward, she couldn't help but wince slightly away from his touch, and the words he said with steely resolution.

She stared at him like a deer in the headlights for a moment.  As much as she wanted to deny the accusation, Harlyn found herself unable to say that she didn't want him.  Some part of her did, though she hadn't begun to understand which part and rejected it wholly anyway in that moment.  She growled a warning at him after a brief moment of hesitation that she chose to blame entirely on her pregnancy hormones.  "Stop it, Luke," she commanded him roughly, turning her head away from him and out of his reach.  There was something about the way he was acting now that bothered her, and yet the angling of her head was the only way she moved to pull away from him.  Her paws remained firmly rooted.