"Excellent," she said, looking from one to the other. "Tracey and John. I'm presuming you aren't lovers, from your earlier conversation. Siblings, I presume?"
She walked over to Tracey and fingered a lock of her blonde hair. "You are quite a pretty little thing, aren't you. Are you afraid of me?"
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