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The moment the Archangel caught eyes with the other, he made his advance. Dark eyes were wide with astonishment, searching the others – gazing at the grace within. “Abariel…” he spoke softly, a warmth to it. “I thought I would never see you again.”
Abariel stilled as Raguel made his approach, respectfully allowing the archangel to have control over the situation. “It wasn’t my idea to leave,” the words flew out of his the moment the archangel had finished speaking. “Hamal forced me. He said you weren’t coming back.”












