Amora looked back at him, then shrugged.
"Then kill him. He matters not to me."
Her eyes were cold, emotionless. The woman was odd. One minute she had compassion, the next she could be as evil as the evilest of demons. Turning she headed for the hut and away from them both. She had a lot more healing to do and Bentry was not the only person that would take advantage of her weakness.
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I'm sugar and spice and everything nice. If you want to mess with me you'd better think twice.
Amora
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