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A shudder rippled through her “Me, too”

Ashwini, Janvier, and Naasir had watched Lijuan bury her face in the neck of one of her soldiers, herWhen she lifted her face back up, the lower half was a macabre mask of red, and she was bloated with power, her wounds healed, while the soldier lay a dead husk at her feet, a willing sacrifice

“But,” Ashwini pointed out, “even if Lijuan has soh she couldn’t iine hohen Raphael had blown the crazy bitch to soddess feeding off animals I think she’d rather starve”

Janvier slipped on his helh for this to be Lijuan”

“You’re right” The eile, Naasir had cruments when he tried to carry it off as proof In the end, they’d had to leave the husks where they’d fallen—after Ashwini tookher phone

When Janvier and Naasir returned to the site after Lijuan’s defeat, it was to discover the reborn had sta the remains to dust “What’s the chance that Lijuan is fully dead?” Putting on her helot on the bike behind Janvier

“Low,” he said over the throaty ruels don’t die easily, and Lijuan is the oldest of the Cadre, if we don’t include Raphael’s mother”

It wasn’t the news Ashanted to hear Because who the fuck knehat a half-dead archangel could do even after her body had been annihilated?

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Elena stretched her shoulders as she sat on the rooftop of the building given over to the Legion, her legs hanging over the side and her wings resting against the rough concrete surface Her position gave her a direct view of the Tower, its s blazing with the reflected glory of what pro sunset

Beside her crouched the Pri pose Wings arched high and one arm braced on his knee, he was dressed in what had been unrelieved black, but was now dusty, the dark of his hair the saer made the hairs rise on the back of her neck

Most of the time

“You are tired”

Elena reached up to fix her ponytail, her hair darabbed, else she’d be as covered in dust and grit as the Pri h-rises that had been da the battle “How are the ?”