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of Judgment.’ So
we in Heaven can’t do anything. He’s meant to start the Day of Judgment. It has
to be all him now.”
    I finish the text, “‘ Through
the One shall the fate of the Earth be written, for his blood sacrifice crowns
the King of Hell.’ ”
    Shona jumps in. “So that’s what happens now. He—Noah—brings
Lucifer’s rule to the Earth and sacrifices with blood to rain judgment in the End
Times.” She taps her chin, deep in thought. “Doesn’t sound good, does it?”
    “So you’re saying there’s nothing I can do. I can’t
touch Noah, and he’s about to bring a bloodbath to the Earth.”
    Shona’s elated face melts, and her shoulders slump
forward. “I’m so sorry, Joshua.”
    “Well it doesn’t say Hell can’t influence Noah’s
choice.” Maybe Grace was onto something when she said she could reach him if
she fell. But the problem, as always, is Lucifer. He won’t let Grace get close
enough or give her the time she needs to talk to Noah. If that would
even work.
    “So there’s still hope,” Shona states.
    “I want more than hope. I want a plan of action.” I
picture Grace and that dude in the hotel room. I can’t let that stand. I have
to do something.
    “Josh,” Shona warns, somehow reading my mind. Maybe
I’m just transparent when it comes to my feelings for Grace. “We’ve already
made progress. We have to keep to Grace’s plan, or we can’t succeed. Trust her
to be fine.”
    And there it is. Trust her. It’s exactly what Grace
asked of me before she left. I agreed. I have to trust her no matter how
difficult it may be. Even if it means not saving her.
    But can I do it?
    I groan, leaning back in the heavy chair that looks
like it ought to be from the Middle Ages. “Why is trust so damn hard?” I ask.
    The library door swings open, and Mr. Griffith strides
in.
    “Josh?”
    “Shocked I’m at the library?” I ask, trying to lighten
the mood. I don’t want him to know what we’re doing—that we’re still
investigating ways to help both Noah and Grace. He might command us to stop
because he’s so convinced it’s a waste of time, and, though I’d plow on ahead
anyway, I need Shona’s help, and I can’t count on her to disobey him directly.
    I notice that the book is no longer on the table or
anywhere to be seen, and Shona won’t acknowledge my gaze. Maybe she’s afraid
she’ll give something away. I suppose most Angels aren’t good at lying.
    “Happy to see you here, actually.” Mr. Griffith
recovers with a warm smile, clapping his hands together. “You’ve been hiding in
your room—not that I don’t understand. Anyway, this is perfect because I
need to speak to both of you. Shona, I’m going to need you on training duty at
the gates a bit sooner than I originally anticipated. I’ve made it mandatory
for all Angels to focus on greeting now that the End Times have arrived. I’m
grateful that you’ve accepted the situation, Josh. I know it must have been
hard for you.”
    My mouth drops open.
    “It still is hard, I’m sure. But you’re doing the
right thing coming to Shona. She can help train you to greet as well. You
mustn’t blame yourself for the way things worked out. You couldn’t have known.
Lucifer fooled us all.”
    Mr. Griffith pats me on the back.
    I’m speechless. I want to argue and shake him until he
wakes up and decides to fight this. But now that I’ve seen the prophecy
firsthand, I get where he’s coming from. Still, it’s only words on paper. We
can’t just give up because of that.
    “Well I’ll let you get back to it, then. Shona, if
Josh isn’t comfortable at the gates yet, you can start training him as a greeter
here. Josh, you can always come and chat with me if that would help make you
more comfortable.”
    Shona strains to put a smile on her face, but
Griffith’s head is elsewhere, so he doesn’t notice. He nods before swishing out
the door in his golden robes.
    “Wow,” I begin. “Now we don’t have to lie