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He laid down next to her, adjusting to get comfortable.
He groaned, his eyes fluttering open. "What? Are you okay...?"
She grinned, folding her hands. "Excellent. Boris, please take Mr. Craw to his cell."
"Hm. You're very convincing."
"He isn't snoring."
"We can make her talk," she said curtly, waving her hand. The guard pulled an arm tighter around her neck.
(Zoop?)
She pulled away with a grin.
"It's a problem."
Aubrey was looking at her with wide eyes. "Mama," she whispered tearfully, "I think Papa's dead."
Poppy's eyes widened and she struggled slightly. "Francis, do-" "Mr. Craw," the woman interrupted, amused, "if you kill yourself, you leave...
She sighed in her sleep, murmuring slightly.
"Don't!" she replied, kissing him to silence him.
"But they're not able to be controlled."
Avice would feel a small hand shaking her awake.
"Put down the gun, Mr. Craw. I won't ask you twice."
"He would!"
"Utrana offered us quite a bit of money to capture the two of you."
"He'd leave and never come back."
She sighed, burying her face in his chest.
