
“Yes,” he said, trying to discourage the blade from digging into flesh.
“Well then it’s a good thing I don’t have orders to kill you,” she said playfully, her mischievous smile stretching farther across her angelic face. His face went a shade paler, knowing the only thing between him and death was another's orders. This angel was more likely the angel of death. “I have a proposition for you.”
“A proposition?”
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