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"I did," Henric said, with a triumphant look. "Oh," Meena said, opening the book to the page 74, the one from her dream. "You mean this prince?" She pointed at the illustration of Lucifer. Henric's grin faltered slightly. "Precisely." "He's not a prince," Meena said. "As you know perfectly well, he's a fallen angel. And what was Lucien's mother?" "A p-princess," Henric stammered. But there was terror in his eyes. "No," Lucien said, shaking his head. "She was an angel." Meena swung around to look at him. Tears glittered in her eyes as she gazed up into his, which had gone back to their normal deep brown. "Yes, Lucien," she said, holding the book open in front of him. "That's why Henric was trying to keep this from you. Because he realized it was the one thing that might help you remember what your mother always taught you. You, of all people, really do have a choice. You can choose to be good . . . because you are part good. No matter how hard you try to be the devil's son, you've still got an angel for a mother."
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