She let out a quiet, desperate moan. ‘Em, what if he’s angry?’ ‘Then he’d be an idiot,’ I said patiently, ‘which means it’s technically a possibility, but which also means that you’ll be able to talk sense into him soon enough. And if you can’t, I will. And if neither of us manages, I promise we have plenty of pretty men with wings around to distract you. Is that—’ She burst out laughing. ‘Em!’ ‘Just laying out the options,’ I said dryly. ‘I don’t want any other pretty men with wings,’ she said in a melodramatic, exasperated tone. ‘I just want … well …’ ‘Him,’ I said. She let out a deep sigh,
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