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But Pooky Bear irl with it I was an angel killer

‘Sheat the sword He hasn’t touched her since he got his wings back

When he takes her, his hands are gentle He holds her out in his palms for a heartbeat We both wait to see if the sill accept hiround, he closes his eyes in relief His unguarded expression makes me understand that he hadn’t made a move to take her back because he wasn’t sure if she would accept hi but his sword for company I hadn’t fully understood how hard it ood to see him happy, but it’s bittersweet ‘Goodbye, Pooky Bear’ I strokethe sheath

Raffe pulls off the stuffed bear with its wedding-veil dress ‘I’m sure she wants you to have this’ He s the bear to ht without its steel core beneath my hands

We reach the truck, and I slide into the driver’s seat Raffe looks intos back and forth below that vulnerable spot between his collar bones as he leans toward ives me a kiss

It’s slow and silky, and it makes me melt all over He caresses my face, and I tilt my head into his touch

Then he steps away

He opens his beautiful snoings and takes off into the air to meet his Watchers

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I watch Raffe and his soldiers head toward the aerie along the blue sky and wonder ill happen there A part of me wants to see this contest, while another part wants to run and hide It’s bound to be violent And I’ Raffe’s tea

I take the wheel, still preoccupied Before I can start the engine, Moirl and lays her head onherself that I’ beco has it been since she slept? Betorrying over Paige and me, she hasn’t had e and keeping her safe that I haven’t had much room for Mom

I put y song It’s haunting and brings up all kinds of cos, but it’s the only lullaby I know

My mother hasn’t asked the questions that a norrateful for it It’s like the world has become so crazy that it ine and drive us out

‘Thanks, Mo to rescue me’ My voice comes out reedy and a little wobbly I clear my throat ‘Not every mom would do that in a world like this’

I don’t know if she hears me or not

She has seen me in the arms of a demon, or what she thinks is a de a creature froroup of tortured, half-skinned Fallen And she just saw el

I couldn’t bla I was now deeply involved with the devil, or at least the eneoes on in her head This is a scenario she’s always feared, alarned ain There’s hter relationship, in So I just keep hu to us when she was co out of a particularly bad spell

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