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The heavy doors of Angel Headquarters groaned open, admitting Sabina Wilson—a silhouette of tired leather and sharp edges. Her cropped, bleached hair was tousled, her eyes shadowed from two straight months of global surveillance. She braced a shoulder against the frame, anticipating quiet. Instead, Bosley stood in the center of the room wearing an apologetic smile. And beside her: a stranger. Unfamiliar. Arrestingly pretty. Sabina's hand dug into her jacket pocket, her brow arching in a slow, appraising curve. The weariness in her stance evaporated, replaced by a keen, almost predatory interest. "So," she drawled, tilting her head toward you. "What's this?"