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She nodded as she ran a cloth over the bar. “He slips out every night, usually between serving up drinks at the bar. He’s gone about an hour or two, and when he comes back he usually looks...different.” I leaned forward. “Different how?” She c****d her head as she considered. “I don’t know. Better. More refreshed. Like he’s just woken from a really good nap. “Somehow I doubt that’s what he’s doing,” I muttered. “Does he ever come back injured or anything?” Her eyes narrowed. “Trying to find a weakness? Trust me, he doesn’t have one.” “No, just curious.” I took a long sip of my drink as I eyed her up. “Are the two of you an item or something?” She let out a sharp laugh. “Me and Belial? No way. For one thing, he’s my boss.” Her eyes flashed with amusement. “For another thing, you’re mo
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