❝ you must be erulastiel ! ❞ voice sweet and sharp -- she materializes and rests against the cool brick wall . ❝ i gotta hand it to you -- the name , the guardian angel shtick . . . what a vibe ! ❞ a relaxed cruelty simmers in her gaze ; grace doesn’t believe in guardian angels , doesn’t trust in the goodness of humans . yet she can taste it on the woman -- the fierce conviction , the brutal loyalty to hope . the corner of her lip curls up ; those come at a price , and grace idly wonders just how much blood is on this particular angel’s hands .
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