Her Worst Nightmare
Did you think I didn't know that, Raphael?
The third Archangel, who I now knew to be Gabriel, moved to Raphael's side and slid an arm around his waist, pressing a small chaste kiss against his cheek. Gabriel was the taller of the two, broader on the shoulders, with strawberry blonde waves that reached down to his collar bone. Four lines of vivid gold that looked almost like claw marks, stretched from his forehead over his left eye, down his angular cheekbone.
'Dearest, sweet, Raphael,' he said. 'Always the most sensitive of us all. You'll have to excuse him, Helel. He feels things very deeply, much like yourself, I understand?'
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