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... apping her arms around his right leg and pressing her soft mounds into them, Blake looked to the proud Thalia by his side and couldn't help but ask in disbelief.

"If what you both are saying is true then that means that the fairies are the strongest species in existence right."

"No," Both women said at the same time,

"We don't even have a future amongst the top 20" Thalia added nonchalantly.

"Vampires top them" Kate said and Blake could only blink in total confusi ...

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