Ares stared at her, confused as to whether she was putting up an act and was suddenly going to be decent and joking about things with that laughter, or if it was sarcastic. Her leopard insult—if it could be called that—didn't bug him in the least, however. "Yes, and measly cheetahs like you just keep running from everything," he said cooly.
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"Even a simple painkiller won't help?" Priam shrugged, not entirely convinced that nothing could be done, at least temporarily, to relieve Leverett's discomfort.
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Allen paused his zipping. He narrowed his eyes at her, trying to gauge the truth in her sentence. "Okay, frog, one more chance. But you're getting a small handful because your last truth was nothing new."
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Haley searched his face, reading what wasn't said verbally and committing to memory what was. "Oh, Dyrus," she murmured, pulling him closer by his wrist. "I didn't take your meaning to be negative, I was just saying what I felt needed to be said. But it put my name on your lips so I'm not complaining." She chuckled lightly, but it was interrupted by a quiet sob. "You make me very, very happy, Dyrus, and you don't know the compliment you pay me with your words. You've given me a reason to stay. To fight for myself, for us. I don't think I was ever prepared for you either."