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"Have you been to New Orleans before?" I asked. She dragged her gaze back to me and looked at me like I was an i***t. "Of course I have." Okay, so we'd probably need to have a talk about her attitude at some point. The limo eventually pulled over in front of a row of buildings. I hesitated, my hand on the door handle, like I was waiting for some sort of sign before I got out of the car. "Take our bags to the hotel, please,” I said to the driver. “We’ll walk from here." I got out of the car, and made sure to grab Morningstar and strap it to my back. Not that I expected to need it, but Lucifer had insisted I take it in case an Archdemon sent minions after me. I did feel more confident with it on, as I sucked in a deep breath and stared at the row of buildings on this narrow street. Many
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