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“I’m not supposed to interfere,” Eleanor said.

“Who says?” Clara asked. “What happens at The Grand is not natural.”

A hotel dedicated to things that went bump in the night was a hotspot for death. Even with her training, Clara only managed to kill her foe through blind luck and with no hope of escape. Humans were considered the main course, and they meant a whole lot of souls looking for traces of their old life.

“Gods for one,” Eleanor responded.

“Gods should care,” Clara said. “I would argue that we have a duty to help.”

“Why?” Eleanor asked.

“Because it’s the right thing to do,” Clara said.

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“Unless you are looking for an audience,” Eleanor said flatly.

If not for the smile creeping over Eleanors lips, Clara would have missed the attempt at humour. Still, while she made light of the situation, the implications that the angel of death having been summoned while Clara was otherwise engaged with Evelyn gave her reason enough to blush.

“Well, I apologise for that,” Clara said. “Although, I’d be careful about repeating this in front of Evelyn, she might get ideas.”

“I doubt she needs ideas,” Eleanor replied as though teasing.

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As suspected, Eleanor did not appear to be bothered by the nudity, nor the wings. However, Eleanor did take great interest in the bubble, which nearly covered the entire room save a  few ripples nearer to the walls.

“You’ve improved,” Eleanor said. “All of this without Ambrosia?”

“You have my only source,” Clara said. “Speaking of Ambrosia, could you make a delivery?”

“You mean Grace?” Eleanor said. “That will not be a problem.”

Clara’s smile slipped from her lips, her wings drooped noticeably and her eyes went wide. Eleanor had not shown an ability to read minds, and that meant  she was privy to private conversations. To know something is one thing, to find out for sure another entirely.

“You’ve been listening in?” Clara asked.

“More like you’ve summoned me without consciously being aware of it,” Eleanor said.

“I really need to rein in my powers,” Clara said.

“Unless you are looking for an audience,” Eleanor said flatly.

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Clara unfurled those black feathered wings, while stretching out her arms. She had been cooped up in bed all morning, so her muscles and joints needed to be reminded of what being alive was all about.

“Seems I caught you at a bad time,” Eleanor said.

Before Eleanor could say anything more, Clara focused until a bubble of time enveloped them. It was not nearly as clean as the one Eleanor made, but she needed the practice.

“Time is relative,” Clara replied.

She turned around to look at the angel of death. Every time they met, she felt more at ease, as though they were forming a rapport. Although, she was not sure if that was a good thing.

“It is,” Eleanor said while staring at Clara right in the eyes.

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She leaned over to Evelyn’s side and sniffed the pillow. It still had her scent and put a smile on her face. Or did until her continued inability to address her feelings for Elizabeth got in the way. I feel like a yo-yo…

Evelyn’s message was already drafted with a delayed send. That way she would only get the message if things went wrong at The Grand. If successful, she preferred to convey the message herself.

“Fuck it,” Clara said.

She swiped off the blank conversation and hit a few social media pages. Interest appeared to be growing over her videos. They posted one every day as a false echo of herself made her way westward towards her final destination.

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