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the girl remained tight-lipped as a clam, not that any further detail would have spared her much help. caiaphas shrugged it off, though darkly her thoughts swirled around what the firebird had said about ingram -- and captive.

truth be told, the old shrew had forgotten all about the girl that had trespassed and been held against her will. she had figured ingram had a hand in rose's sudden disappearance, but truth be told, there was little sport in holding captives for caiaphas - they had to eat your food, you had to watch them constantly, and they were always the rudest guests. truth be told, the siren wasn't typically one to bother.

blixen had already excused herself, and caiaphas spared her only the briefest of glances as the girl went. finding herself alone once more, she turned for the tidal flats in the hopes of filling her snarling gut.