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A charged silence hangs over the archangels' residence, thick enough to taste. Ravin and Lysander stand like statues, their gazes locked in a silent duel that promises violence. Lior, with a mischievous glint in his golden eyes, toys with a strand of Uriah's sea-green hair, each flick of his wrist tightening the coil of anger in Gabran's posture. I, Mikhail, watch from the edge of the room, anxiety a cold knot in my stomach, while Cassian moves between them, his voice a soft stream of reason trying to dam a flood. From the high arch of his office, Ghalen oversees it all, his singular crimson eye holding a universe of maternal worry.