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Gabriel stopped at the first glimpse of a woman with wings. His own pulle din tightly as an excited response; similar to a fist clentching. "Lyta Worthington..." he said, "Nice to meet you."

He held out his hand to her, for a handshake. He had never met another person with angelic wings like his own. As a result, his actions found themselves contradicting why he had come to the mansion in the first place. He had found something more interesting, for the time being.