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Elara doesn't even look at the caller ID before hitting "end." Her thumb moves fast, almost too fast, and that alone makes Uriel's eyes narrow as he watches her over the back of the couch. The sound cuts off abruptly-clean, decisive, like she severed the call with more force than a human should be able to muster. She presses her lips into a straight line, letting her phone fall casually onto the bed as if it weighs nothing, which is impressive considering the way her heart is ...