<span style="font-family: 'Bad Script', 'cursive'"><span style="font-size: 15px">Her fingers gripped the edge of her dresser and she took a deep breath, reigning in her anger. She let the breath out in a sigh, handing her head faintly. "<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#b300b3">Sometimes I really hate it when you use my own words against me, King</span>." She turned to glance at him over her shoulder, standing in the doorway. Just like when she had first set eyes on him five years ago after he had saved her life, she couldn't see his face. He was shrouded by shadows, but she knew each line and plane almost intimately though they had never been in such a situation with each other. Like knew like. They were both made of Light and Dark. The good and the bad. <br/>
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"</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#b300b3"><span style="font-size: 15px">The Amulet won't do him much good. It is enchanted to work for me unless I specifically enchanted it to work for someone else</span></span><span style="font-size: 15px">."<br/>
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Her gaze shifted as Dawn appeared behind King. She gave the Angel a reassuring smile, the violet glow of her eyes dimming down to a vibrant fuchsia before darkening to their normal earthy brown. "<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#b300b3">Thank you for the offer, my dear. My apologies for scaring you if I did. I found out that something important to me is missing</span>."</span></span>