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those words above all others. Forgive me… please. I judged you unjustly, Brother. And that was wrong, so very… very wrong.” She ran her fingers through his bright silky tresses. “You are right. We are kindred spirits. None are able to truly understand the painful differences we bear. We are outsiders, you and I—the periphery of this universe.”
    “Yes,” he whispered. “Pretending we are just like them. Knowing that we are not… and never can be.”
    “Come back to Jinn with me, Rixx. No longer do you need to hide in the shadows. I will give you the home you’ve been searching for.”
    “Searching for?” He brushed a curl back from her face. “You misunderstand me, Kagi Naga. I have a home, a rather nice home, actually. No, tiny Death Angel, I come to help you . Not the other way around.” He smiled sweetly. “I know your secret—the one you have managed to keep hidden from your friends, your family, even your beloved Yui.”
    “Wha-what secret is that?”
    “Your heart.” He touched her cheek. “If they knew the truth concerning your fragile little heart, Daichi would be forced to return to your side and Tenshi would go back to always worrying and fretting over you. All the precarious pieces of your elaborate house of cards would come crumbling down around you. Everything you have worked so hard for… would fly away like ashes on the wind.”
    Vashti’s rubies flashed as she seized the Nephilim’s wrist. “Don’t you dare threaten me, Maza Rixx. If you think I will cave into this line of horseshit, then you haven’t been stalking me properly.” She shoved him away. “I care not if you are the last of your kind. Speak one word more of my family, and I will show you just how ruthless this tiny little Death Angel has become.”
    “No, wait, Empress. You misunderstand intent.”
    “Do I?”
    Jenevier lifted one foot, quickly banging her heel on the bottom of Amatiste’s scabbard strapped across her back, popping the glowing sword from its resting place. She withdrew the blade slowly, purposefully, watching contently as this peculiar son of a fallen Angel began to withdraw, his eyes growing impossibly wide. She only smiled at him as the lethal claws extended from her left hand and the purple sword now twirled about in her right.
    “What say you of my heart now, Nephilim? Hmm? Does it seem a delicate thing to you? Do you presume me not strong enough to claim your ancient soul? Would you like to wager upon it?”
    “No… I would not.” His eyes narrowed, the fire within the one subsiding as the ice within the other seemed to grow. “Even I cannot stand before your scythe, Milady. I have not lived this long by playing the part of fool.”
    “It’s not a scythe. It’s a sword.” Only one corner of her mouth twitched up as she slowly advanced toward him.
    “Semantics.” He snorted. “It is your reaping blade. It matters not what you may call it, its purpose remains.”
    Their dark glares locked for several long heartbeats. Neither backed down nor did they concede to the other.
    “Seems we’ve found ourselves at a bit of an impasse, Nephilim. I know not your true purpose for revealing yourself to me this day. I am who I am, and the past is what it is.” She slowly retracted her claws. “Oh, and you’re wrong about my heart, Rixx. I cannot change what has been, only what will be.” She sheathed Amatiste as she turned from him. “Tears have not the power to heal… and I will no longer deny the truth in that.”
    “But, Naga.” He stretched his hand out toward her back, but then thought better of it. “I only came to help. I speak the truth in this. An ancient darkness now stirs. I came to ensure friendship and offer whatever help I can provide.”
    “I have no intention of forging new ties, Nephilim. If you have been watching me, that should not come as much of a shock to you.”
    “Naga, you can never have too many friends. At least, not the celestial kind. I have been by