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What the fuck?

For a s to half-mount, bent over at the waist, planted his hands on his knees, and forced himself to take one deep breath after another For all his vows, he suddenly knew te tee ca The kind he believed was just a myth, yet here he was out of his mind with need and desire Was it possible?

He closed his eyes and shut his brain down in a hurry This shit was so not going to happen Besides, with a death va in the air, he needed to focus He had a job to do He sucked s

When he calmed down, he rose up then did a quick scan He profiled the female’s powers--so many--telepathy, empathy, hand-pulse, and she could dematerialize No mortal had ever ascended with the ability to fold … except one … Endelle No wonder the Commander seemed to have staked some kind of claiht now he felt like he’d been suckered into soation None of this , nothing He had a vow to keep and he would keep it

A little caloing on with the female because I can’t punch into her head"

"What?" she cried "You can get into anybody’s head"

"Not hers" His voice was rough, like he’d sed a box of tacks "At least not from this position"

"Then what do we do with her?" Jeannie asked She sounded as shocked out as he felt

"You know the rules"

"Yeah, yeah No interference Blah-blah-blah"

"Aet rid of the death vaht hours You’d better let Endelle knohat’s doing Tell her Greaves was here as well and tell her about the strength of the wonature I’ll know more later"

"I’m on it"

He thuht narrow pocket of his kilt

He suaze to the pretty-boy

Time to take care of business

Who can coht in its teeth?

--Collected Proverbs, Beatrice of Fourth

Chapter 3

Alison released a deep sigh that Darian had finally left since she couldn’t coed creature drifted slowly in a circle about ten feet away from her He was very beautiful, extraordinarily so His dark brown hair was long, well past his shoulders He was oes, no shoes, no shirt He sported abut keeping hi very slowly His chin and chest were streaked with blood, his feet--oh, God--at least two yards off the ground His eyes were closed and he looked euphoric, like a drug addict who’d just taken a hit of his favorite supply

His strange twirling re from a film heavy on the CGI side In fact, the whole courtyard had the appearance of a movie set, dozens of people crammed at the far end of the catwalk and down the stairs, all chattering quietly, hands coveringpersonnel The center of attention was a body stretched out on the cement, surrounded by yellow tape, the view blocked by several officers, thank God Given the blood on the creature’s body, she could only presume he’d killed her, the way a fictional va with the porcelain skin that hung in the air without any apparent cable support? Was she really seeing his onto his back--without straps? And how did he pull off the float-and-spin?

She shook her head in colanced at the spectators to see their reactions to this strange creature, but no one--not one person--was looking at hi

Sheand stared down at hiing she couldn’t explain, a yearning that had tormented her for the past feeeks, but surely not for thiscadence from the creature’s mouth "I’ht and let it fly froed freak stopped twirling, plunged toward the cement, then stopped to float suspended in the air just inches above the ground His wings undulated slowly He turned his back to her as he looked around at the spectators then caaze skipped from face to face all up the stairs Yet no one looked at him So yeah, maybe he existed only in her head She’d seen A Beautiful Mind and she’d read a nu the course of her studies

His wings fluttered and his body shifted a little aze worked over the s until he found her