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eyes – the polar opposite of the tone of voice she was
using on me.
    “That’s me,” I said, making sure to keep
my back straight and my chin held high. “You have me at a disadvantage.”
    “Which isn’t hard when you’re currently
being broadcast across the local networks,” the second newcomer announced. Looking
at this guy a Scandinavian college-aged hipster was what came to mind. Even the
man-bun didn’t seem out of place with the suit he wore. He was also looking at
me like I was the second coming of Lucifer.
    “As I have said, Zachary, this will soon
blow over,” Michael said in exasperation.
    “You are not hearing us, Michael,” the
woman said. “We are not here because Angel and Veronica decided to announce the
existence of angels to the world.”
    “Oh, come on! ‘Announcing the existence of
angels to the world’ is a little extreme,” I jumped in. “We didn’t want that to
happen, any more than I wanted Beelzebub to throw me out of that window.”
    “Angel, be quiet,” Michael said, trying to
keep his cool.
    “ That is why we are here,” Zachary
said, pointing his finger at me.
    “She is a little brash and certainly needs
to learn when she should be quiet,” Michael said, seemingly forgetting I was in
the room. “But I still think she will make an excellent archangel.”
    My eyes widened: he did? Today was the
most I had seen Michael since the day after Halloween – the morning after the
night’s events which were being discussed – when I shouted at him for not
realizing what was happening in New Orleans under his nose. If my aunt hadn’t
have turned up at the convent, I was certain we could probably go the same
length of time again before we crossed paths. He thought I would make an
excellent archangel? I started to smile, but as quickly as it had formed, it
disappeared: that meant these two didn’t.
    “She seems surprised,” the woman mused,
smiling at Zachary, mistaking where my surprise came from.
    “Why don’t you show her, Savannah?” Zachary
suggested.
    “There is no need for this,” Michael
objected as Savannah walked over to one of the brown leather couches in the
corner of the room.
    I was momentarily distracted by the grace with
which she walked across the room, wearing what looked to be five inch
stilettos. No wonder she looked so tall. She was dressed like she worked in a
boardroom, but she looked like she belonged on a runway. She plucked an iPad
from a purse and stalked straight back over, switching it on as she did so. She
handed it over as a saved video of a news report started playing.
    “Thank you, Ryan,” the reporter was saying
as she stood in front of a painfully familiar blue house. “I’m standing outside
the home of Angelina Connors; the girl KWN News has identified as the person
responsible for the angel hoax three weeks ago in New Orleans. Angelina, who
goes by the name of Angel, has perhaps taken her namesake a little too
seriously. You may remember the pictures which dominated the national
headlines.” The shot switched to the all-too-familiar photographs of me and
Veronica outside of Bee’s as my mouth fell open. National headlines?? “KWN
News has been trying to figure out how these photographs were staged, and to
what motive. Theories on the internet range from a girl desperate for her
fifteen minutes of fame to a political statement about the importance of
religion in today’s society. Either way, one thing is for certain: Luke Goddard
has certainly been reaping the benefits of this stunt as his fans claim it was
a sign of a true Follower. This is Regina Ward reporting for KWN News.”
    I was too busy staring at the small screen
in astonishment to stop Savannah from reaching over and selecting a different
saved video. This one was a local breakfast show my aunt watched all the time.
The presenters – Brent and Candice – were sat either side of a widescreen monitor
with the same photograph displayed between them.
    “I have to say,