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Tamaiti

Vincent 's pov

"Hey Vinci, I have all the details" Nat interjected my thoughts. As Aroha was busy in getting out of shock, Nat had scanned her face to get her details.

I dashed towards the screen displaying the data.

Name - Aroha (we had to feed it in computer)

Skin tone - Dusky

Eye color - blackish brown

Hair color - black

Facial authenticity - Nu Tiranian (what does that mean?)

Age - 20 (what?)

"Twenty? She is older than you." Dylan snickered behind me. I turned around to notice three more heads leaning into the computer screen.

"Interesting." Alpha sassed.

'Hey, can you let me go now. I need to go home." Aroha had recovered from here shock and spoke impatiently. Though she was speaking in her language, we could hear it in English. Advantages of technology.

She wants to go home, How do I let her go? Isn't this supposed to be her home. A home with me, but she wants to go away.

We all were quiet, not knowing what to reply. Everyone had focused their eyes on me. Their eyes hold pity
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