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Samael sat up on his bed when Bernard Greyson walked in the room. Bernard agreed to help him with the healing after the fight with the werewolf and assisted him in his healing. Samael would not be at his full strength with the bowl being destroyed, nor would he be able to do anything without the daggers, so he utilized Bernard’s help to get him as strong as he could be. “You may want to rest, Samael, you’re not fully healed.” Samael growled, “I’m fine. I can move.” He stretched his body and stood up from the bed. “You barely made it out of there….you should probably wait until your body—” “I don’t need rest, Bernard! I need to get those daggers and kill that f*****g wolf!” he growled. Bernard’s face scrunched. “Why don’t you just blink them out of existence? You can do
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