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Chapter Seven
Author: Chris KelleyI’m trying to take these idiots seriously but it’s difficult when they are so completely oblivious to everything. I’ve been spending time with Diana and Daniel for two weeks and they just now noticed apparently.
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His eyes search my face. “You want to kill him don’t you?”“Tell me where he is,” I growl.“He’s more powerful than you Luciana,” he says, shaking his head.
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“Luci?”What?“Luci.”
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I was harshly awoken by shouting and the screech of metal on metal. I jerked upright, scrambling off the cot when I heard the familiar jingle of keys outside the door.“Hands on the wall!”
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“I’m going to give you one more chance to answer my question before I bring your nightmares to life.”He grits his teeth and spits. “Bring it on demon bitch.”I shake my head with a small wag of my finger. “Now you see—I’m not a demon. I’m the queen of hell and the devil’s daughter,” I grin.
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It hurts. I know it shouldn't, but I can't seem to stop the throbbing ache in my chest.The pain seems to pulse in time with the waves. It makes it seem almost . . . comforting. Like it's reminding me of what's real . . ."Luci."
Angel Academy Chapter Thirty-Four
I wake to voices and a strange sliding noise—sweeping maybe? I slowly open my eyes, squinting against the light that fills my room.“Hey you’re finally awake. Did you sleep okay?”I look up at Diana, confusion swirling in my mind for a split second before I remember last night. “Yeah,” I say, my voice hoarse and scratchy.
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"Hold up," Diana mutters, "Are you seriously saying that her father was the angel from the stories―the o
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"You should just turn your property into a hospital," I chuckle.
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“They didn’t. They―they can’t . . . it’s not possible,” I stammer.
