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    Slithering out of the Darkness

    MIlena felt sweet warmth again as the ice retreated and the man released his grip. She avoided to say anything else and avoided to look Plato in the eyes as she was clenching her wrist. He had left several fingerprints against her pale skin and fear inside her. She didn't want to make anything...
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    Slithering out of the Darkness

    Milena von Gunten was expecting the man to try convince her with a compromise that would benefit both of them. She knew pretty well that he needed her assistance. But the man with the dark eyes didn't use words this time. She felt his tight grip squeezing her hand and she was prevented from...
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    Slithering out of the Darkness

    Milena preferred working with her own team of apprentices, the people she had trained so far. It was easier to assert herself and control the group of people under her command. In addition, the people she was already working with them were disciplined and knew exactly what she was expecting of...
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    Slithering out of the Darkness

    Her irritation was reflected in her icy, blue eyes and she didn't want to hide it. She wasn't one of his many brainwashed new recruits to be sent at minor missions. Their clash was going to inevitable as her anger's fire was fueled with each word Plato was adding. "I don't understand how can you...
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    Slithering out of the Darkness

    Milena's devilish smile couldn't get any broader when she heard Plato appreciating her work. It was the ultimate reward as the leader of the Elementalists was only recognizing the efforts of others when they had really done an exceptional job. "You are quite right. They are indeed...
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    Slithering out of the Darkness

    Her inexhaustible self-confidence dropped when Plato finally talked. His icy voice warned her for the avalanche that was going to come her way if she was going to defy him again. He retained her swagger but inside her she was shaking as the man's statement was categorical and he was meaning it...
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    Slithering out of the Darkness

    Whether her appointment was at a peaceful café on the banks of Negro river or on an iceberg in Antarctica, Milena von Gunten was going to be dressed as classy as always. Wearing a slick, black skirt suit and with her high heeled shoes echoing against the slated pavement, she was striding...
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