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“Sweetie, where have you been?” said Briane the moment Blame entered the tent.
“OMG, Beastie! Are you okay? We thought you’ve gone missing again!” Reigna was already in front of her, checking her body, her brows creasing. “What happened to the foil?”
“It doesn’t matter—”
“Of course it matters, Blame! You look dreadful without it!”
Blame’s brows raised. “Since when did your opinion mattered to me?”
Everyone in the room gasped, except for Hail who merely looked up.
“Zo, de Bleym I know will be back now. `ow wonderful!”
“What I’m trying to say is, we need to go back to the hall. The headmaster’s here.”
“Alright, let’s go!” Briane beamed despite the growing tension.
“Have you forgotten, Speedy?” started Michelle. “She just walk out of us without telling us where she is, and what could possibly be more important that we have to go through anxiety just to guess her whereabouts?”
“Seriously, Babe! She’s alr
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