Naomi cocked her head at him. "Where's your mother or father?"
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Swith smiled indulgently at Superbia. She focused on the dead imp and breathed a little life into the limbs, just enough to give him a challenge. "We must learn to hunt," she said.
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Monique nodded slowly when Fortu made his request, her face unreadable. "We will, of course, extend professional courtesy to you and keep you informed as best possible once the information has cleared proper channels within the CIA."