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“I love it when you angels get all preachy," the stranger says, words laced with mild amusement. "Like humans are actually capable of the good stuff.”
You angels.
Eddie finally turns, just enough to get a look at him. The man has tousled curls, a grin built for trouble, and eyes far too bright for the winter’s darkness. The kind of gaze that sees through things and enjoys the damage.
A demon, then.
Eddie’s jaw tightens. “They are.”
“You’re adorable,” the demon grins, slow and lazy.-
Eddie follows the divine plan. Buck never believed in one.
And so, every time the world cracks open, they find each other on opposite sides.