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“Zel,” I said, moving closer to my friend, my voice softening. “What happened?” “Shut up.” Her voice was cold and hard, and her face looked really pissed now. Her anger masked her pain, but it didn’t conceal it completely. Not from me, anyway. “Her name was Veslea. She was my fated mate. Like Lucifer is to you.” “She was a shifter,” I whispered. As soon as I heard the name, more came back to me. “A hawk. She worked for Lucifer during the Great War. No, that's not right. She worked for me.” She was my scout. My spy. My messenger. The person I trusted most, other than Azazel. “Yeah, thanks for the reminder. You don’t have to regurgitate memories for me as they occur to you.” Zel half turned away, and when she spoke again, her voice was smaller. “Veslea was killed by an angel not long afte
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