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Julia met his gaze, stilling with Derek's hand on her
shoulder but the anger still smoldering in her own "That's not a cause.
That's greed."
She would have said more and she was sure Derek was aware
of the way she was tensed.
"Sanctimonious ass." she muttered under her breath as she
forced herself to relax, at least bodily.
She wondered if Michael could find the painting though
then dismissed it. It wasn't as if he had seen the painting in the first
place that she knew of so there wasn't any kind of reason for a rudimentary link
or knowledge to be held by the Archangel.
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