dust the apple off, savor each bite.
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indent When the first blood had been drawn, it had not been without reason. Gabriel shifted his weight, tilting his head slightly, and listened. The explanation was no more then he assumed, but it suited Samael just fine. Coyotes were, after all, solitary by nature. Besides, they had not needed the boy—though perhaps sometime soon they might. “Certainly,” he offered coolly, sarcasm faint. “You know you’re an uncle now,” he added.





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