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"I do not see that happening," Stas replied, his smirk deepening to a frown. "I put it on myself." He had to admit she was good; Emilie was on top of her game. A little over dramatic, but then she had a flair for it.
"My favorite green haired demon. Well, blonde tonight."
Stas shrugged. There was nothing he could do about it tonight. Emilie had won this round. "I will just have to be the prettiest princess here." No point wasting anger on it; what was done was done.
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