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Chapter 9-2
A growl of annoyance worked its way up from the very depths of Zeke’s soul as he witnessed Haziel just about waltz into the medical area, left wing and arm drooping. Which didn’t seem to stop the angel from giving him a jaunty wave as he noticed Zeke. Duma muffled a snort of laughter behind her hand. He had no idea what was so damned funny about any of this, but Haziel seemed bound and determined to gray Zeke’s hair before age did. The army was stationary for the “day” anyway. What the hell had Haziel done to himself? That was on the tip of his tongue as the angel sauntered over, but he beat Zeke to the punch. “I know better than to wade into my kins’ petty squabbles.” “What?” Zeke asked, blindsided. Angels had squabbles? News to him. He’d barely heard a mean word out of any of them, tho
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