by Lady Mekka » Sun Nov 15, 2009 1:17 pm
Angela payed no attention to the girl once she asertained that she was fine. No one had the right to suggest she had anything to do with the dark ones. No one. Jonathan stared nervously at Angela, watching her fall back into her shell.
Great. he thought, trying to make his childhood friend feel better. It took years to get her to come back out last time.
Jezzamine stood, confused. She had heard an arrow whirl through the air and hit Destinee, but she didn't know the woman who shot the arrow, though others seemed to know her.
"Who shot the arrow?" she asked Hawk, her eyebrows knit together.

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