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it.
    It tried to stop, to turn away, but it
was too late—the angel brought the weapon whistling down toward the
demon, and within moments it had sliced neatly into the monster’s
abdomen. The sword flared brighter then, its blue flames reaching
out to engulf the demon’s body.
    The monster reached down to grab the
place where the sword had run it through, and stumbled backwards.
No blood though, I noticed suddenly. Had the guy missed? He was
only feet away, but if he’d missed, he’d be done for—the demon
could lunge forward with its claws and slash him to pieces. And I
would be next.
    Suddenly, though, the demon screamed
in agony—a horrid, high-pitched wail—and collapsed into itself. I
watched, frozen in horror and confusion as it turned to
ashes.
    Relief coursed through me, but it was
short lived, because the moment the blue light dimmed I was
reminded I wasn’t alone. The man—angel?—might have just saved my
life, but I still had no idea who he was. He focused his intense
stare on me and turned in my direction, his wings shimmering with
his movements, the intensity of his blue eyes matching the glow
from his sword.
    I just stared, mesmerized, and
gulped.
    He took two quick steps
toward me, then abruptly stopped, his head tilted and his eyes
roaming over me. Assessing me? His brows pulled together and he
lifted his hands up in a motion of surrender, which was even more
confusing—this guy had just killed a demon with a magical sword,
and now he was looking at me as if I was a threat, and one he didn’t
want to fight. I held back the inappropriate giggle that I could
feel building inside me.
    I wasn’t sure if angels had a sense of
humor, and considering how easily he’d killed the demon, I didn’t
want to find out the hard way by offending him. It was still funny,
though.
    Then I heard a familiar whooshing
sound. I growled in frustration and glanced upward. Ah, the
craznado. How I didn’t miss you. Above me, I saw an entire bush,
three tree branches, and hundreds of leafs and rocks swirling
around above my head. I narrowed my eyes and cursed at the objects
in my mind.
    “ Grace?” the man asked,
snapping my attention back to him. His eyes were racing between me
and the cyclone of objects. “It’s okay. My name is Michael. I’m
here to help you. I’m not going to hurt you.”
    My mouth popped open in
shock. Oh my God, even the angel thought I was crazy. That was the look he was
giving me, and it made me furious. The whirlwind seemed to quicken
with my irritation, more objects being pulled in by the force of
it. A bike came flying from across the street and a sign ripped off
the pole next to me. The whooshing sound grew to a dull roar and my
hair began to whip around in the wind, but this angel just
continued to watch me with fear in his glowing blue
eyes.
    The longer he stared, the angrier I
became.
    That was the same look, the same
judgment, I had been trying to avoid from my family and friends.
Now I was getting it from an angel?
    He took a step backwards and lifted
his hands up, palms facing me, like he was trying to signal peace.
“I’m not here to hurt you. You don’t need to defend yourself
against me. Please, Grace,” he pled, taking another step away from
me. “Calm down.”
    “ I can’t control it,” I
ground out through my teeth. To insinuate that I had any control
over this chaos was ridiculous … and only angered me further. I
would have liked to stop it—believe me—but I couldn’t, and as my
frustration grew, so did the craznado. A large branch splintered
off a tree, pulled into the wind, and three rocks the size of my
head suddenly flew up from the ground and began spinning through
the cyclone of rubble. Small pebbles shot in and out of the
whirlwind, and I could hear them dinking off cars and the ground
like pieces of hail in a storm.
    Michael’s focus shot from me to the
whirlwind of chaos that hovered above, and then back. I bit my
lower lip and glanced upward