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![]() ![]() ![]() He remembered how insane it had all sounded at first-the hybrid offspring of the mating between a human woman and an angelic being. The angel Camael had become his companion and mentor since Aaron’s realization that he was born a Nephilim. ![]() Who’da thunk it?īut then again, who could have predicted this crazy turn his life had taken? he thought as he waited for his order to be filled. Angels addicted to French fries, Aaron thought with a wry shake of his head. Just a few days ago the angel had given him a song and dance about how creatures of Heaven didn’t need to eat-but that had been before he sampled some of the golden fried potatoes. “Give me a Whopper-with-cheese value meal, and four large fries to go.”Īaron hoped the four orders of fries would be enough to satisfy Camael’s strange new craving for the greasy fast food. His eyes were strained from hours of driving, and the writing on the menu blurred as he tried to read it. ![]() “Uh, yeah, thanks,” he said, attempting to generate interest in yet another fast-food order. “Can I take your order, sir?” asked the cute girl with the blond ponytail and a smile wide enough to split her face in two.Īaron Corbet shook himself from his reverie and tried to focus on the menu board behind her. ![]()
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