Angel in Training (The Louisiangel Series, Book One) by C. L. Coffey Page B

defeated
Lucifer.”
    “Really?” I asked, surprised. He really did
look too pretty to have accomplished that.
    Sarah sat back in her chair, rocking it back
and forth as a calm smile appeared on her face. “If Michael is
looking out for you, I know you will be safe.”
    “Since when do you believe in angels?” I
asked her in disbelief.
    “I’ve always believed, Angel.”
    “You never mentioned it before,” I accused,
unable to resist taking another cookie.
    She grew sad again. “I tried once, but it was
just after you moved here. You got angry and I decided it was best
not to bring it up again.”
    I blinked, struggling to remember the moment
she was referring to, but I was drawing a blank. “You did?”
    She nodded. “I tried to tell you that your
parents were being looked after by the angels now. You told me the
angels could go to hell.” It sounded like something I would say,
but I didn’t remember saying it. She sat up suddenly. “Make the
most of those cookies.”
    “Why?” I asked her, instinctively scooping a
few up in my hand.
    “Because I’m about to wake up.”

CHAPTER SIX
    Angelology 101
     
     
    When I awoke, I was crying. The dream had
felt so real, but at the end of the day, it was just that – a
dream. I really wanted to believe that Sarah would be alright, but
I had disappeared without a word.
    There was a knock on the door and Cupid
bounded in, full of smiles. They fell from his face when he
realized that I was crying, and hurried over to the bed. “Angel,
what’s the matter?”
    “I just miss my aunt,” I told him, wiping my
eyes. “It’s nothing, don’t worry.”
    “Michael wants you down in the gym, but I can
tell him you’re not up to it if you want?” he offered, squeezing my
leg.
    I quickly shook my head. For some reason I
didn’t want to show Michael any kind of weakness. He already didn’t
like the fact I couldn’t seem to run as fast as I should be able
to. “Just let me get some breakfast and I’ll be fine.”
    “Breakfast?” Cupid asked, laughing. “You
slept through that, even when I tried to wake you. Lunch, more like
it. Although you slept through that too. Get dressed and we’ll see
if we can get to Veronica throw something together for you.”
    “I really need a clock in here,” I grumbled,
throwing the covers back.
    “You mean you can’t sense it?” Cupid asked in
surprise.
    I sighed, half out of the bed. “Sense
what?”
    “Time,” Cupid replied. “All angels can sense
the time. Have you not noticed the lack of clocks in the
building?”
    “Yeah, I have,” I told him. “Hence why I need
one in my room.” So there was yet another thing I was supposed to
be able to do, but couldn’t. The joy. Perhaps I was broken.
    “Maybe it’s because you don’t have your wings
yet,” Cupid mused. “It’s like a direct phone line.”
    “Would that also explain why I can’t run like
a cheetah?” I asked him, my head in my wardrobe as I pulled out
another suit ensemble. I ducked into the bathroom, leaving the door
open so we could talk.
    “You want to run like a cheetah?” Cupid
repeated. I swear I was speaking another language to English – and
I don’t mean a lack of American accent.
    “Michael seems to think that a four minute
mile would be a walk in the park for me.”
    “Oh,” Cupid called back, elongating the word.
“Yeah, you should be able to put an Olympic record to shame. You’re
also supposed to be stronger too.”
    “I don’t think I have a problem with that
one,” I told him, emerging from the bathroom. As I was certain
Michael was going to try to kill me again, I wasn’t worried about a
shower before a workout. “You should have seen the fight that got
me arrested.”
    “I really wish I had,” Cupid pouted. I
followed him out of the bedroom and down to the cafeteria. It was
empty.
    “Where is everyone?”
    Cupid shrugged. “You’re missing the man candy
already?”
    “Yes,” I responded dryly. “I feel