I felt power there. It wasn’t a ward, or at least it was unlike any ward I had ever encountered. It was more of a quiet hum of constant power, and was similar to the power I’d felt stirring around Michael on several occasions—the power of faith. There was a form of magic protecting that panel. “Lasciel,” I murmured quietly. “You getting this?” She did not appear, but her voice rolled through my thoughts. Yes, my host. Angelic work. I exhaled. “Real angels?” Aye. Rafael or one of his lieutenants, from the feel of it. “Dangerous?” There was an uncertain pause. It is possible. You are touched by
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