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Cassandra flickered a glance to Lorenzo, and then back at Sayuri, eyes narrowed. She planted her feet as she moved to stand in front of the girl. "Who, or what, are you?" her voice was low, anger in it. "A shoulder doesn't growl. Nor does a wound." She cross her arms over her chest, looking to Oliva, who seemed to be frowning, but didn't step in to intervene. "My guess? Something that can detect just what I, and my brother, are"
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That comment rolled around in her mind. By that the girl must know what she and Lorenzo were. "If you can't trust us, then there is no point you coming along. So. Is this going to be goodbye?" not that Cassandra cared. She didn't particularly like this person.