Twisted Mates.
Ariel spat.
“Quite refreshing,” Freya breathed. “At least I didn’t have to listen to your nagging.”
“I can see that you still have some energy for sarcasm left,” Ariel said, punching Freya in the stomach. “Ouch!” she exclaimed. “Look what you caused. I have ruined my beautiful hand.” Grabbing Freya by her clothing, “you should never have touched what was mine.”
Freya chuckled and then snorted.
“Something funny?” she questioned, landing another punch to Freya’s side, gaining a groan from her muffled cry.
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