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indent The patrol had been less then exciting. His days stretched out as he tried to keep himself busy, no longer having a sparring partner (though Ezekiel was probably going to take that post up soon). Marlowe offered him only limited conversation, and he also took off without warning several days out of the week. This did not perturb Gabriel, but left him without any company—Talitha kept mostly to herself and Ezekiel usually took care of his ward.
indent A shout caused the Aquila to swivel his ears, and then to follow the sound to its source. Hybrid was standing nearby, with the ground around him torn up. Though this did not startle him, Gabriel half-wished he had not investigated. His brother-in-law was unpredictable. That alone made him more dangerous then his fighting prowess. “Hey,” he said, more to alert the man to his presence then anything else.




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