Carus stiffened for a moment but turned the movement into a lazy stretch as he pushed himself up from the bed. He didn’t flush in embarrassment as he stood bare-assed in the middle of his room and smiled amicably at the intruder with his wings folded neatly against his lower back.

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“I wish I had an angel,” stated Kara mournfully.

Carus snorted at that and said, “Angel’s don’t exist. You should know that by now - the gods don’t give a damn about us. If they exist at all either.”

“But…you’re…”

“Like I said before,” he snapped, “I’m not an angel.”
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"So, you're..."

"Not an angel," pointed out Carus grimly. Despite the fact that I very clearly have wings, he added to himself.

"But..."

"No."
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