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“Hand me a knife,” Raziel said

I sighed, su it in my hand as it made a sharp little so to work”

He narrowed his eyes at me “You mean the knife, or the entire reason we came out here?”

I shrugged “I don’t know Both? Pick one”

I tossed the dagger again, the sun glinting against the gold of its blade as it danced in a perfect circle It was a beautiful day out in California, in a county I’d forgotten to ask Raziel about, but somewhere more remote and certainly less urban and populated than Valero It was an open field of grass Just grass, as far as the eye could see I had to squint to even make out the road because Raziel had asked us to hike a full twenty minutes away

“So nobody sees,” he said That was his mysterious non-explanation

And yes, we ht hiood, proper cup of coffee Three cups, actually, along with two slices of cake, and a strudel Raziel said I deserved to pay through the nose for being a jerk He was right, as he so frequently was

Florian blinked at Raziel, raising his hands questioningly as he looked around the vast expanse of grass “So nobody sees what, exactly?”

“What Mason is about to do Now, again, please hand me the knife”

I shook my head and passed it over Raziel took the blade fro it hilt-first, and smiled

“You’re getting better at this Florian told me about the suit of armor you made Was that inspired by me?” Raziel batted his eyelashes “Do I inspire you, Mason?”

My skin went cri “Don’t flatter yourself Florian gave me the idea He told me to suit up I did what I had to do in that situation to protect myself”

“And indeed you did No suit of ariven you quite that ht have come from upstairs, but its enchantments? You created them”

I looked down at a excitement

“So the ar about, or the Vestments?”