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“Like our new accessories?” Belial asked, his tone laced with irritation. "What are they?" They didn’t look so bad. I shook one wrist experimentally. Belial rolled his head against the corrugated inside of the moving truck. “They null our powers." I paused. “No powers?” "He shook his head. "And they’re impossible to get off. I’ve tried.” “Fuck.” There wasn’t really another word for it, and my throat still hurt. But at least in this sitting position, some sort of breeze fanned across me. It was a warm one, but moving air was better than being suffocated in heat. I tried to reach for my wings, or any of my angelic powers, but it was like being human again. There was just nothing there. I studied my son as he leaned back against the metal wall. Sweat creased his brow and his dark hair h
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