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“Good. How are you doing? Getting enough to eat?” His eyes flash in the moonlight, and I can’t help but think he wishes he could help provide me some nourishment. “Sure. The cafeteria here is great.” We both know that’s not what he means, and he grins. “You did well on your last Angelic History exam. Good work.” “Thanks. I have a pretty good teacher.” He looks at me out of the corner of his eye. “Perhaps. I try to teach history in a way that doesn’t paint angels or demons in a negative light. Do you think I’ve succeeded?” My time in his class has been difficult at best. Not because of the subject matter, but because watching Kassiel move and talk has been a lesson in suppressing my succubus powers. I answer his question with a question of my own. “Why do you do that? Why do you care?”
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