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... r twenty-four wings arching high like the jaws of a cosmic predator stretching before the hunt.
And she smiled.
It was not the sweet kind. Not the smug kind. It was the kind of smile you give a helpless fly before plucking off its wings—just to see if it'll try to crawl away.
Her glowing gaze swept lazily over the frozen Olympians.
"So tense."
Her voice coiled around their ears like a serpent brushing across bare skin.
She took another leisurely st ...
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