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2024-10-29 19:42:56~ Anabella stood staring at Ava and Marx. She wasn’t sure if she was hearing what they were suggesting. Though Marx’s lips moved, she heard nothing pass ‘we need you to go into Sven’s mind.’ Since nothing else he said mattered, she held up a hand to stop him.
“No,” Anabella said. It was the sanest answer she could give to their absurd request.
Ava and Marx exchanged looks.
“We need to know what Salvay is planning,” Ava tried to reason.
Anabella gave Ava a withering look before walking off. She wasn’t happy to have the Queen of Shadows among them. Ava was the catalyst to the catastrophe they were now trying to survive. She knew Ava also blamed herself, and that was the most they agreed with each other.
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