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"Hello everyone," Grace greeted in the tiniest and most twisted voice Angela had ever heard. Angela was still shocked that her mother was actually doing this. The only reason she had agreed to come to this table was because of Renn.
"Angel…" Renn smiled, shifting to his left and placing his hand on the bench. "Here, have a seat." She wasn't sure if she wanted to sit or not, but before she could answer, Grace slipped into the seat beside the man sitting across from Renn. Angela let out a quiet sigh and sat down next to Renn.
"Father, this is Angel," Renn said.
Angela's eyes moved to the man across the table and her jaw nearly dropped. He wasn't tall but was broad and strong, with thick brows and a jaw so tight she wondered if he had ever smiled. His long black hair was neatly tied back, and the thick fur he wore made him look even bigger.
