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... had no chance of tricking Ixion.
With a warm tone, Despair ’kindly’ demanded:
"Hand her over."
Ixion drew Dia into a princess carry, her hat slipping off her head, letting her thick hair cascade freely.
"I’m afraid I can’t do that. At least, not until you answer some questions of mine."
Despair’s smile vanished as he looked left and right.
"Well, then. Why don’t we relocate? I don’t think it would be good for either of us if I’m spotted."
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