Good Karma Bad Karma iii

~ The girl kept looking at all of them nervously, especially Ava. All Ava did was scowl and mumbled to herself as she created an alternative path towards Native lands. The traps here, as Ava told them, did not show the same level of sophistication as the others. It was as if Sven had expected no one to come through. No werewolves, at least.

"My father will have your heads." It was the first thing the girl had said in almost an hour.

"Be grateful we're not sending him back yours."

"Ava."

"Every time she opens her mouth, it's another insult. The child needs to be taught manners."

"Lopping off her head would not teach her that," Marx said. "The Natives hate us for good reason. Our ancestors' sins are our own."

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