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Alistair: She lay sleeping in their massive bed with the three of us surrounding her. The glow of the fireplace danced around the room, casting just enough light that you could see in the room. Atlas had an icepack on his shoulder, Axel had one on his head, and I had one on my ankle. The three of us will heal completely within hours, but right now, liquor and ice will have to dull our aches and bruised egos. “When she figures this magic s**t out, she will be a force to be reckoned with,” Atlas said, downing his third shot. “She is the most powerful of her kind I have seen,” I grumbled, taking my own shot. I haven’t been tired in hundreds of years, but after getting my ass kicked by Harley today, I hurt in places that I forgot I could feel pain in, and I think I could sleep for a month.