Angel's face betrayed nothing as she turned and left, walking past several obsequious servants on the way to her quarters. Only after she had dismissed her own servants and the door to the outside world was closed, did she slump on the couch of her opulent living room. Grabbing a pillow, she held it against her face to muffle any sounds she might make and cried. It was imperative that no sounds of her distress might escape. Her servants would surely be waiting behind the door, ready to report anything out of the ordinary to Cain.
Daniel, gone...
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