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"You drew first blood,
But I'll draw the last.
And when the dust settles,
You'll regret ever picking a fight." ~Araneae Ruber
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THE BULLET went past them, of course, but the shock was still in them. They didn't even need to ask before Aragon spoke.
"Who is there?!" Aragon shouted, creasing his brows together.
"What? Have you gone mad like the duchess?"
"No, I could sense something."
"Well I can't. The room is as silent as always."
Suddenly, the duchess gripped Aragon tightly. "You can see them don't you?" She asked, her voice strained and weary. Aragon lightly pulled her away from his grip.
"I don't see anything. I said I sensed something. There is a difference."
He walked away from the bed towards the wall they were sitting on. Began feeling around there, but the brother kept mute, unmoving from their spot. If they moved, the camouflage would drop.
