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Araceli removes her hands and shakes her head. “This is beyond me. I’ve put him in a healing sleep, but we’ll need someone a lot stronger than me to heal him completely. Raphael might be the only angel who can.” “Raphael isn’t an option.” If this was punishment for me, then the entire Archangel Council must be in on it. “I’ll call Marcus.” The phone rings and rings, but then finally Marcus answers with a groggy voice. “Liv? What is it?” “I need your help in my apartment. Come quickly.” “Be right there.” He flies up to the balcony doors exactly three minutes later, wearing a worn Beetles t-shirt and loose pajama pants. “Oh s**t,” he says when I let him in, but he rushes forward immediately to my father’s side. “I put him in a healing sleep, but I wasn’t sure what else to do,” Araceli
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