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Lilith smiled. "Poor little Michael," she said. "He always was weak."
Jace was panting, his hands clenched at his sides, his hair pasted to his forehead with sweat. "You and your name-dropping," he said. ""I knew Michael." "I knew Sammael." "The angel Gabriel did my hair." It's like I'm with the band with biblical figures."