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Forget the pressure Guilt choked him

Keeley’s chin trembled "You made her cry, warrior So"

He squeezed his eyes tightly shut "Do it, then End me" He deserved it And she would be satisfied, his friends safe froetting started"

Some of the pressure eased

"Co for? You won’t get another chance like this"

"Actually, I’ll get as many chances as I like"

"That confident in your ability?"

"Perhaps I’m that confident in your lack of ability"

The taunt burned so badly he could have used a little aloe vera on his soul Always on the bench, never in the ga an easy tone, he said, "I’ve been nice to you on account of your loss and everything--"

"Which was your fault!" she spat, the pressure increasing all over again

"--but oodwill has officially run out"

An ani the beginning of a long, ra speech that would have had no point but that of postpone him a chance to think of a way out of this

Torin dropped, crashing into the ground Even as he lost his breath, he juether Another roar sounded, this one louder, closer

So was headed this way--and fast

He’d been in these woods for days, and there’d been no sign of life Well, other than the carnivorous plants Now this?

He looked to Keeley She put her hands on her hips, every bit the annoyed fe Even that was sexy

He punched the side of his skull in an effort to clear his thoughts, and it actually helped He palht froe