The next card was blessed with the image of Argent's Kevlar Angel, Fatima. Long dark hair, large dark eyes, hard dark heart. I knew that Fatima hadn't faced the horrors that some of her kin had, yet something kept Corwin's daughter close to herself. And it was rare that a smile graced her lips.
The darkness behind the girl might have held eyes. And fangs. Yet neither seemed to bother the khaki-uniformed figure as she stood bathed in a fall of golden sunlight from somewhere off of the card. Fatima was of the light and against the darkness with a holstered pistol at her side, a nightstick in her hand and the confidence of a scion of Argent in her stance.
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