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Tanwen holds up a hand. “Hang on. We killed a lot of them at the gates, but they had guns and drones. Even with fewer numbers, they’ll be dangerous. We can’t do this alone.” “My mother is already on her way,” Callan says. “Did she tell Azrael?” Liv asks, biting her lip. “No, I used the excuse that she shouldn’t tell him yet in case we’re wrong.” “Good. We can’t let him get the Staff.” Liv gives Callan an apologetic look. “Or Jophiel.” “If Ekariel really is there, she’ll be too worried about rescuing him to care about the Staff,” Lilith says. “I know I will be.” “Who else can we trust?” Araceli asks. “Uriel? Raphael? Gabriel?” “Gabriel we can trust,” Lilith says. “But not the others, with my apologies to Bastien and Marcus.” “No apologies required,” I tell her. I don’t trust my fathe
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