Taking Angels (The Angel Crusades) Read Online Free PDF

black, it was now golden brown.
My breath caught in my chest as my happy dream
came to mind. My hair matched the color of the angels’. I
ran a hand through the silky locks and smiled. My skin,
still slightly pale in the sunlight streaming through the
window, was the only remnant of the sickness that racked
my body for almost four years. The rays shone on my
handful of the now golden, thick hair. And my eyes stared
back at me, bright blue. That still freaked me out, almost
as much as it did Mom. Well, not that much. She never
mentioned it, but I often caught her glancing at me, just
before she turned away with a shudder.
Touching my cheek, it felt smooth and soft. If this
was a dream, I never wanted to wake up. A tap sounded
on the door and I walked over to my bed and sat down.
“Come in.”
The door burst open and the “three amigos” came
rushing in, tackling me on my bed.
My mother peered over their shoulders, worry
spread across her face. “Girls, you need to be careful.”
“That’s okay, Mom,” I laughed as we rolled on the
bed.
“The weak link has returned,” Cassie cried,
barreling over the top of me.
“Where’ve you been, girl?” Elisa laughed.
“We know where she’s been, but now we need to
know: where’s she going?” Trish smiled, standing up and
pulling me into a sitting position as the other girls sat up
and crossed their legs.
“OMG,” Cassie shouted. “What is happening with
your hair?”
“It’s gorgeous,” Trish said, running a hand
through it.
“Didn’t you have black hair?” Elisa asked.
“Yeah, sort of,” I said. “It’s been so long since
I’ve had hair it’s hard to remember.”
“I love it,” they said in unison.
We looked at each other and burst into laughter,
Elisa and Cassie falling back onto the bed and Trish
dropping to a knee on the floor in hysteria. When we
finally wiped the tears of laughter from our eyes, the girls
looked at each other and then turned their gaze on me.
“What?” I asked, a little concerned with the way
they smiled at me.
“Shopping,” Trish cried out.
“You need to go shopping,” Elisa agreed.
“Most definitely.” Cassie grinned.
I looked to Mom as she stood in the doorway.
“You do need some clothes and it will be good for
you to get out with your friends.” She smiled.
“Yeah,” the girls cheered.
“Jump in the shower and we’ll do an inventory on
your closet to see what you need,” Trish said, walking
over and sliding my closet door open.
“Fine, but you need to be gentle,” I said,
extracting myself from Cassie and Elisa to join Trish by
my closet. “It’s been a long time since I’ve power
shopped.”
“Like riding a bike,” Cassie said.
“Once you’ve done it, you never forget,” Elisa
added.
“And by look of this closet,” Trish said with a
hand on her chin, “you need to get rid of the training
wheels… and training bra.” She grinned and reached into
the closet, took an old bra on one finger and twirled it
around.
“Hey,” I shouted, trying to grab the bra as she
deftly kept it away.
“Go shower, we have work to do.” Trish smiled,
flinging the bra back into the closet.
I rushed to the shower and got ready. Mom stuck
her head in the bathroom as I stood, wrapped in my towel
brushing my hair, trying to decide what to do with it.
“I don’t know how I want my hair,” I sighed.
“I would say it looks great the way it is,” Mom
pointed out.
Looking back in the mirror I shrugged. Guess she
was right.
“I wanted to check and see if you needed some
help with makeup since you never wore any before, but I
can see you don’t need any.” Her eyes met mine in the
mirror’s reflection, holding my gaze for a moment and
then she turned away.
Nodding to my reflection, a stranger’s blue eyes
stared back. The eyes; she had the hardest time looking at
my eyes. Out of all of things that changed, my eyes
bothered her the most.
“Britt, let’s go,” the girls cried from my