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<li data-xf-list-type="ul">  Utter disgust was written in her eyes, Soliel glaring at him harshly as he threatened again to run his knife across her sister's neck, the joke no longer being something that could turn out funny. It wasn't even a joke anymore, and in keeping her glare harsh once his tongue settled on Luna's face once more, she shook her head slowly. There was no getting out of this, because if either of them decided to cause something that he didn't like, one of them would most likely wind up dead. Shit. Wet hair sticking to her face as she remained where she stood, Soliel almost seemed a bit surprised at his demand for them both to drop their towels, though the idea became more of a lifeline once the knife pressed closer to Luna's neck, closing her eyes and gently removing the white cotton from around her own figure. [/list:u]</li>
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