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“She’s fine now,” Hector said in response. “They just switched her off, but the demon, or whoever it was, was powerful. I had a hard time coping.” “What should I do now? Can I take her home?” "No, she's exhausted," the demon shook his head. “She needs to go to the hospital. Will rest there for a couple of days - and will start running around again as good as new.” “Okay, thanks,” Darnell grunted, about to lift Agnes in his arms again, but Hector stopped him from this action. “I'll take her myself.” “What? Why? I can handle this.” “Because,” Hector muttered, picking up the girl. In his arms, she looked as fragile as a little girl. Her red hair, flowing like lava over Hector's forearms, immediately turned her in Darnell’s eyes into a wood dryad nestled on the giant's chest for a moment
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