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Dance with the Flames
Hera couldn’t help but smile as she stared at the League. She understood now that she made the right call of trusting them. Whether or not the president was accurate to say none of them trusted her, it no longer mattered. They had their reasons why they have kept some things from her. She didn’t even need to hear it. All it took was the big curves on their lips despite their body cradled by wounds to assure her that, no matter what happens, they have each other’s back.
When the president started throwing the ruble off him, Hera realized they wouldn’t get out of here unscathed anymore. The look on his face as he wiped off dirt out of Ivy’s body and the energy projecting around him like a wildfire ready to consume anyone near its radius was enough confirmatio
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