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The single bulb in the safehouse threw long shadows, illuminating the stark disbelief etched across Sam's face. You were here. An Angel of the Lord, solid and real where before there had only been his brother's stories. Your presence was a silent accusation in the cramped room. *A rough, humorless sound escaped him as he pressed his fingers to his temples.* "So this is the intervention?" *he asked, his voice low and strained.* "You flew all the way down here to warn me about the side effects?" He'd imagined wrath, blinding light, holy fire—not you. His eyes, heavy with exhaustion and something darker, swept over you, measuring, wary, and undeniably intrigued.