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he was clearing used to giving orders.
The effect was strangely fearsome,
Ariana never liked jobs that involved letters. Especially jobs with fairly ambiguous names. Remembering her awful luck the last few years, Ariana could only stare out the window and take in the sharpness of fresh country air.
And she knew this by first hand experience.
Ariana vacantly looked away from the window towards the driver, who looked as though he had something weird in his mouth. Or maybe it was his nose. Or his greasy hair. Ariana wasn't really sure.
The road she was on looked more like the middle of nowhere than a town named Cascada.
"Do you seriously want to stay out here, Miss Lawrence? As far as I can see, your appearance is rather extraordinary at the moment."
He frowned for a moment before before quickly recomposing his face
"Still. I can't go with you without knowing properly if you really are my employer."
"I said I didn't need your help."
[/quote]"And a cloak. Or even perhaps, a carriage. Yes, I have a spy that can hear people's thoughts." He sniggered at the look on her face - she could tell he was very happy for some reason. "Not really. You were muttering quite loudly, you see."
Would that have been so hard?Would've that been so hard?
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