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I tossed my head to the sky and roared, the sound piercing the air. I mantled, spreading my wings wide, casting the people below in darkness. When I finally rested back on my haunches and tucked my wings away, the guards closest to us were trembling ever so slightly. Samkiel stopped and turned to look at me. If I could have shrugged in my beast form, I would have. He shook his head in amused exasperation
The Wrath of the Fallen (Gods & Monsters, #4)
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