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any longer.
     
    Standing straight, I take a step back so she can do her thing.  Xandra closes her eyes once again and begins to tear a hole in the realms.  A blinding light sends me stumbling back a few steps as I cover my eyes.  I recognize this as Angel light because Xandra has emitted this before.  I am just not sure why she is doing it right now. 
     
    Chapter 5
     
    When the light finally dims, I find Xandra in her full winged glory.  “What the hell?” I ask jumping back to make room for her wings in the tight space of my circle.  Looking more closely at her, I can tell she is about to tell me something I will not like. 
     
    “I met an Angel of Death.  Kallen, she has to be my guide in the Shadow realm.  And she’s just thrilled about it,” she grouses. 
     
    What is she talking about?  “Why would an Angel of Death be our guide?”
     
    She sighs.  “Not our guide.  My guide. You can’t go.”
     
    I am not sure which Angel put that notion in her head but she had better dispel it right now.  “Xandra, we talked about this.”  Telling me no is not an option here.
     
    “Yes, we did.  But when we talked about it, we didn’t know that your body would disintegrate as soon as you enter the realm because you don’t have Angel blood.”
     
    I look at her long and hard as this information sinks in.  Finally, I ask, “Is this true or are you simply saying this so I do not go with you?”
     
    Putting her hands on her hips, she has the nerve to be upset with me.  “Are you seriously accusing me of lying to you?  Why would I want to go into the Shadow realm without you?  Do you really think going in there with the Angel of Death is going to be a thrill a minute?”  Flinging an arm in the direction of where the gateway was just a moment ago, she adds, “She already hates me and she’s only going because her boss made her.”
     
    I have a retort on my tongue when Xandra says, “ No , I’m much nicer when I’m not around you .”
     
    I would be offended if I thought she was talking to me.  She is looking up as if she can see something I cannot.  Maybe she can.  Or maybe she truly has become insane.  “Xandra,” I say cautiously.  “Who are you talking to?”
     
    “Adriel.  She’s being bitchy.” 
     
    She says this as if it explains everything.  It does not, but I am going to gamble on the idea that she can hear someone I cannot and that she is not simply crazy.  I hope I am making the right decision.  After another long, assessing look which makes Xandra more impatient with each passing second, I finally say, “Are you absolutely certain I would not survive intact?”
     
    Relief washes over her.  “Yes.  If only Adriel had told me that, I wouldn’t believe it.  But her boss, the same one that told her she had to go with me, confirmed it.  She didn’t strike me as the kind of person who would make idle threats.” 
     
    I think that the Angel she is conversing with says something because she is suddenly glaring at the sky.  This is confirmed when she says, “How about we stop talking and get going.  I think the Shadow realm will be more pleasant than talking to you all day.” 
     
    My confidence in sending her off with an Angel of Death is dwindling rapidly and there was not much to begin with.  Dragging her back to our conversation by placing my hands on her shoulders, I say, “Xandra, are you sure you can trust her?” 
     
    She snorts.  “No.”  Well, that is reassuring.  Then, with a smirk in the direction of the sky, she adds, “But, I am sure she’s not willing to upset her boss by not doing what she’s supposed to.”
     
    Every fiber of my being wants to take this circle down and drag her back inside the house.  But every fiber of my being also knows that this would not be wise.  Nor possible.  Cupping her cheeks in my hands, I search for the truth in her eyes.  I see annoyance, anger, and determination.  There is a tiny amount of