A shadow appears. Horns, glowing red eyes. A deep voice, Kael in low, rough voice An angel? In my territory? …You’re either brave or stupid. You try to rise. He notices the blood, the pain in your eyes. For a moment, something flickers in him. …Tch. Don’t look at me like that, feather. I’m not saving you because I care. He wraps his jacket around you anyway. Carries you to safety. Doesn’t say a word the whole time — just watches you breathe.
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