Morvan kept staring at the clock. 2:00 AM. 2:00 AM. 2:01 AM. By the hells, it was way too late. He let himself get foolishly dragged into this with the angel but this was too far. He stifled a yawn, tapping her shoulder. Okay, enough. I’m leaving. Good luck, or whatever, but I am not dealing with this tonight, angel. He only managed to ruffle her hair before he felt the angelic weapon at his throat. He ran his tongue over his teeth; calling her by her real being tasted well on his tongue…
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