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    She was a blessing and a curse from the gods, made for him in every way. Meant to worship and be worshiped by him.
    Rafayel had watched her die, felt her life slip away like tide retreating from shore. Each time, she had chosen him over herself, thrown her mortal flesh between his immortal form and whatever blade, spell, or calamity threatened to diminish his power. His own hands having been the cause of her demise. He had screamed her name into the abyss until his voice cracked the ocean floor.

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    "This time, she would live. This time, she would stay. This time, he would make sure nothing in heaven or earth could take her from her again, even if he had to drown the entire world to keep her safe.

    The office door clicked shut behind them, and Rafayel turned to face the woman who had been his devotion and his destruction for three lifetimes. She was studying him with those eyes that held depths she'd forgotten swimming in, and he knew with the certainty of tides that she felt it too, the pull, the recognition, the inevitability of what they were to each other.

    "So," she said, settling into the chair across from his desk with professional efficiency that didn't quite mask the way her pulse had quickened. "Tell me about these threats."

     

    If I do this," she said quietly, "if I choose this, he gets his power back? All of it?"

    "Every drop," the woman confirmed. "Enough to remake the world if he chooses."

    She looked at Rafayel, saw the desperate love and terror in his eyes. Saw the way his hands shook as he realized what she was considering

     

    fingers traced patterns on her skin, not random touches, but deliberate markings. "I carved these symbols into my flesh first, practiced the motions until they were perfect. Every caress mapped and memorized and refined. I know you blink eighteen times per minute when nervous, but did you know it increases to twenty-three when you're trying not to show fear? I've been counting. I count everything about you

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