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Hannah
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uring the entire long plane ride from London to San Francisco, my thoughts had flitted between apprehension at seeing Jophiel again, fear at what Adam and Belial might be doing now, and exhilaration from the previous night with Lucifer. Even when I was angry, I couldn’t resist him, and the way he clutched my hand in the limo now told me he didn’t want me anywhere except right beside him. Lucky for him, I had no interest in being anywhere else.
We drew to a stop in front of the obnoxiously large white house my sister owned, and I took a deep breath as our driver opened the car door. Even as an angel I had to take a minute to stretch my back when I stepped out of the limo. After an eleven-hour flight and then the drive from the airport, I was ready for a strenuous yoga sessi
