“Why do you hate me?”

He frowned, crinkling his perfect brow. He looked up from his papers to meet her eyes. “Why would you think that?”

“You won’t let me in,” Sara replied.

He put down his pen. “Personal feelings don’t matter.” Saint Peter sent her downwards and smiled. 

Revenge.

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