She
found the motel about an hour too late. There was nothing left, not even a damned whisper of living angelic presence. After kicking in the door of the room, Morrigan strode inside, hands on her hips, seething. Slippery little winglies, so smug and smart. Bunch of pissants, more like.
God, but she'd hoped to get here just in time to drive
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