Angel Tormented (The Louisiangel Series Book 3) Read Online Free PDF

morning.” She glanced up at Michael. “The others started to arrive shortly
afterwards.”
    “The others?” I repeated. “Fallen angels?”
    Sarah shook her head. “I don’t think so,”
she said. “I would call them believers. They were there asking for miracles.”
    “Oh great,” I exclaimed. “Now there are
crazy people camped out there too.”
    “Angel!” Sarah and Michael both chided me
eerily at the same time.
    “Well they are,” I puffed.
    “They are there because they believe in
angels,” Michael pointed out. “That is exactly what you and I are. You cannot
insult them for believing in something which is true.”
    “You cannot insult them for things that
aren’t true, either,” my aunt added, sharing a look with Michael.
    “Well how do we get rid of them?” I asked.
When they both shared the same shocked expression, my mouth fell open. “I am
not proposing we swoop in there and kill them!”
    “We didn’t think you meant that,” Sarah
responded. “But we’re not going to rid them from my lawn.”
    I folded my arms. “You’re going to let
them stay there?” I asked Sarah. “And you’re happy to continue leaping over
fences?”
    “No,” Michael replied for her. “She is
going to stay here for a while.” He opened his mouth, ready to say something
else, but no words came out. He stood frozen, his gaze which had been focused on
me seemed to suddenly be looking straight through me.
    “Michael?” I said, waving my hand in front
of his face.
    He blinked, and then turned to Sarah. “I
will have a room allocated to you. Cupid will see to that shortly. Please
forgive me but I have business to attend to.” He barely waited for Sarah to nod
an acknowledgement before he vanished in front of us.
    I looked at my aunt. “Weird.” I shrugged
and gestured to the large hallway. “Welcome to the House of Michael.”
    “What had I interrupted you in doing?” she
asked, looking around.
    “Preparing dinner,” I replied, smiling as
my aunt’s eyes widened in disbelief. “You remember me telling you that the
cherubim left, right?” I may have been under house arrest, but I had managed to
call her a few times a week to explain my latest disappearing act.
    “The ones that did all the chores,” Sarah
nodded. Her eyes narrowed. “Wait, you are doing the chores? I thought
you were allergic?”
    I rolled my eyes. What person liked doing
chores? “I want to eat. No one else seems capable.”
    She followed me into the kitchen and saw
the nine onions waiting for me on the metal counter. “How hungry are you?”
    “There are thirty-three mouths to feed in
here,” I said. Sarah rolled up her sleeves and walked over to the sink. “What
are you doing?” I asked as she turned the taps on.
    “You have never been trained to cook for
that many people,” she informed me. “You will be in this kitchen all day. I
have nothing better to do, and a love for cooking. You leave the kitchen to me,”
she instructed me as she started to lather up her hands.
    “You know you’re a guest here, right?” I
pointed out.
    She glanced back to me. “Regardless of the
circumstances, you have a job to do. Shouldn’t you see what was so important
that Michael had to disappear so abruptly?”
    I hurried to give her a hug, then did as
she suggested, darting up the stairs, two at a time until I reached Michael’s
attic abode. Outside the door, I could hear multiple voices. One I recognized:
Michael. There were at least two I didn’t. “… All over the news. Again!” One
was saying. “It is unacceptable.”
    I knocked on the door and waited for
Michael to call me in. When he did, I stepped in, and didn’t wait for the door
to close behind me before I spoke. “It’s not Michael’s fault,” I quickly told
the two newcomers.
    “Not now,” Michael warned me.
    “You must be Angel,” one of the new angels
said. She was a stunning, ridiculously tall, Asian who could pass for eighteen,
with warm honey-colored