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“You're as brutal as him. You dismembered him!” I shuddered. Samael's lip curled at my reaction. “He was an angel, Samael. How far away are you from becoming like Jakkon?”
Samael laughed softly. “I don't look in mirrors, mortal.” He reached into his robe, withdrawing the glowing soul. He clutched it between us. “This is what I work for. It is who I am.” He held it close to my ear.
Hearing a faint heartbeat, I gasped.
“My work is harsh. But it is beautiful.”
“She's alive?” I asked. “But how?”
“Noor is an archangel's daughter. Immortals, even half-breeds, are incredibly hard to kill. She could be of great use to us.” He knelt beside Noor, then gingerly lifted her head. He propped her body up on the altar, studying the wounds t
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