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I looked at Kristof. He smiled.
"We'll take it."
Epilogue
THE BIBLE TELLS US THAT GOD CREATED THE EARTH IN a week. I don't know much about religious history, but I do remember that one. As for whether it's true, I'll leave that to the scholars. All I know is that a lot can happen in a week. You can go from being a ghost pining for your daughter to a heavenly bounty-hunter on the trail of a demi-demon killer. And you can go from reluctant crusader to full-time angel, locking yourself into an eternal contract as a protector of justice. And other times, the transition isn't so obvious, but in its own way, just as life-altering.
It had been a week since I brought in the Nix. I was still in the ghost world--the Fates had given me one more month here, as I prepared for my passage to the angel world. I still didn't know what to expect. I'd already sat through two days of orientation crap, but most of it had consisted of a list of rules too long for anyone without a full-blooded angel's perfect memory...or, at least, that was the excuse I'd use when I started breaking them.
At the end of the week, the Fates gave Trsiel and me our first assignment. Nothing tough--just a routine rousting of some haunters, but with definite possibilities for fun. Before I embarked on that, though, there was something I had to do.
Kristof accompanied me as far as Lucas and Paige's backyard. I stood in that yard for a while, looking up at the house, remembering what it had smelled like, what it had felt like to be there, really there, committing it all to memory. Then, slowly, I released Kris's hand and headed for the back door.
When I stepped inside, Lucas and Paige were in the kitchen, Lucas's back against the counter, a dish towel over his shoulder, Paige leaning against him, holding his hands, face raised to his as they talked in murmurs.
"Hey, guys," I said softly. "Just came by to say thanks. I know you can't hear me, but I wanted to say it anyway. Thanks for everything. You're doing a great job with her. An amazing job."
Lucas chuckled at something Paige said, and brushed a curl off her cheek.
The back door banged open.
"Anybody home?" a voice shouted, loud enough to shake the rafters.
I turned to see a young man with light-brown hair, broad shoulders, and a broader grin. A familiar face, at least in this house.
"Adam!" Paige disengaged from Lucas and turned as Adam caught her up in a hug, being careful not to jar her injured shoulder. "This is a surprise. I didn't expect you until Monday."
"T
he real surprise is yet to come." Adam winked over her head at Lucas. "So are we ready for Monday's meeting? Jaime's coming, isn't she? Recovered from her ordeal?"
As they talked, I slipped to the doorway.
"Bye, guys," I whispered. "I wish you all the best. You deserve it."
I found Savannah in her room, dressed in jeans and a bra, talking on the phone as she surveyed a bed covered in shirts.
"...taking Paige away for the weekend," she said. "Romantic getaway, big surprise and all that." She paused, then snorted. "Yeah, I wish. I can't stay overnight by myself until I'm eighteen. Can you believe that? So they called in Adam."
She lifted two shirts and held them up, one after the other, peering at her reflection in the mirror, then tossing both on the floor with a lip-twist of disgust.
"Yeah, yeah, he's cute, but he's even older than Paige." Pause. "Twenty-six." She pulled a face. "That's sick! No way."
She grabbed a T-shirt from the bed, mumbled "Hold on," then pulled it over her head. It was at least two sizes too small. She looked in the mirror, checking it out from all angles, then gave a nod of satisfaction and reached for her hairbrush with one hand and the phone with the other.
"I have to go, baby," I said as she brushed her hair, still chattering to her friend. "I won't be coming around like I used to, and I just wanted to tell you that. You know it doesn't mean anything's changed. You're still the best damned thing I ever did. But you've got your life, and now, finally, maybe I have mine."
A double-knock at the door.
"What?" Savannah yelled.
"Everyone decent?" Adam called. "I'm coming in."
As Savannah swiped on lip gloss, Adam jangled the door handle. She flew across the room and threw it open.
"What the hell are you doing?" she said. "This is my room. You can't just barge in here."
He rolled his eyes. "Oh, I was just getting you going." He strolled in and looked around. "See you haven't cleaned it since the last time I was here."
