laughed and shook his head. “The only thing I know is to stay out of your way when you get going. Like slamming through the wall thing the other day…” he let out one of his funny whistles of appreciation. “Something like that would never cross my mind.”
“That’s why I need you around,” John said reaching for the Spirit to help calm his nerves. “You actually sit back and think about stuff before you do it. I need someone with brains around me so I don’t get into too much trouble.”
They walked together towards the atrium at the front of the training camp. Several girls gave John bright smiles and appreciative nods as he strolled by with the bouquet of roses.
“I would imagine she’s either meeting with Aaron in the dining hall or down in the basement guarding Christy and Melody,” Harold said echoing John’s thoughts on Denise’s location. “Good luck.”
“Thanks,” John said with a short salute and turned to the dining hall. Sure enough, Harold was correct. As soon as John pushed open the door, he saw Denise sitting with Aaron and Xavier at the long table. Maps and flyers were spread out on almost every inch of the reflective surface. On the walls were dates with lists of activities bulleted for reference points at the Revival.
All three of the angels looked up at John’s arrival. Denise’s mouth flew wide open. Aaron looked taken aback at the rosy spectacle, but quickly recovered and looked down at the papers again. Xavier only smirked and let loose a quiet snort. The scar on his cheek had faded in the days since the battle, but a noticeable line would forever run through the angel marks on that side of his face.
“Uh, sorry to interrupt,” John stammered. “Could I speak to Denise for a minute?”
Denise scrambled from the table without so much as a peek back. “What’s up?” she said with a bright smile. She quickly guided him out the front doors of the Cathedral. A brilliantly blue sky was shining rays of light through the tall trees of the forest. John breathed deeply of the pleasing smell of the woods.
“I wanted to give you these,” he said and thrust out the vase. “I… was going to give them to you at dinner tonight, but that won’t be possible now.”
The gigantic, wondrous smile scrunched a little at his words. Her nose was gently pressed into the middle of the flowers. “What do you mean?” she asked pulling herself away from the sweet aroma.
John cleared his throat and leaned against one of the mammoth trees. A few students were strolling around the camp and he heard whispers about news they’d received regarding the war.
“Eight angels have died in the last month,” a teenage boy in round glasses said to his friend near the sparring arena. “And my dad told me that he heard we have a bunch of fallen angels as prisoners here at Whispering Trees. Can you imagin e? I wonder where they’re holding them?”
“Probably down that hallway nobody is allowed to go through on the other side of the Seraphim classroom,” a red-headed girl squealed. “That statue of Timothy always changes the subject when we ask about it. They-”
John pulled himself from the conversation and looked at Denise. Her eyes bored into his and he wondered for a second if she was going to try to read his mind with the Spirit. But nothing flared against his conscious. Only her continued stare. “I got a call from the Justice Ministers,” he explained. “They’re sending me to Europe to help fight the Nido del Diablo.”
“What?” she barked. “We’ve been planning all this stuff at the Revival for a month.”
“I know,” he said not daring to look away from her now accusing eyes. “I told her everything we have planned.”
“Who?” she snapped making drops of water spray from the vase.
“ Jan… of course. But it wasn’t her decision. She was only the messenger. I guess the story about the fight in Boston got spread around and they think they need all their best
“That’s why I need you around,” John said reaching for the Spirit to help calm his nerves. “You actually sit back and think about stuff before you do it. I need someone with brains around me so I don’t get into too much trouble.”
They walked together towards the atrium at the front of the training camp. Several girls gave John bright smiles and appreciative nods as he strolled by with the bouquet of roses.
“I would imagine she’s either meeting with Aaron in the dining hall or down in the basement guarding Christy and Melody,” Harold said echoing John’s thoughts on Denise’s location. “Good luck.”
“Thanks,” John said with a short salute and turned to the dining hall. Sure enough, Harold was correct. As soon as John pushed open the door, he saw Denise sitting with Aaron and Xavier at the long table. Maps and flyers were spread out on almost every inch of the reflective surface. On the walls were dates with lists of activities bulleted for reference points at the Revival.
All three of the angels looked up at John’s arrival. Denise’s mouth flew wide open. Aaron looked taken aback at the rosy spectacle, but quickly recovered and looked down at the papers again. Xavier only smirked and let loose a quiet snort. The scar on his cheek had faded in the days since the battle, but a noticeable line would forever run through the angel marks on that side of his face.
“Uh, sorry to interrupt,” John stammered. “Could I speak to Denise for a minute?”
Denise scrambled from the table without so much as a peek back. “What’s up?” she said with a bright smile. She quickly guided him out the front doors of the Cathedral. A brilliantly blue sky was shining rays of light through the tall trees of the forest. John breathed deeply of the pleasing smell of the woods.
“I wanted to give you these,” he said and thrust out the vase. “I… was going to give them to you at dinner tonight, but that won’t be possible now.”
The gigantic, wondrous smile scrunched a little at his words. Her nose was gently pressed into the middle of the flowers. “What do you mean?” she asked pulling herself away from the sweet aroma.
John cleared his throat and leaned against one of the mammoth trees. A few students were strolling around the camp and he heard whispers about news they’d received regarding the war.
“Eight angels have died in the last month,” a teenage boy in round glasses said to his friend near the sparring arena. “And my dad told me that he heard we have a bunch of fallen angels as prisoners here at Whispering Trees. Can you imagin e? I wonder where they’re holding them?”
“Probably down that hallway nobody is allowed to go through on the other side of the Seraphim classroom,” a red-headed girl squealed. “That statue of Timothy always changes the subject when we ask about it. They-”
John pulled himself from the conversation and looked at Denise. Her eyes bored into his and he wondered for a second if she was going to try to read his mind with the Spirit. But nothing flared against his conscious. Only her continued stare. “I got a call from the Justice Ministers,” he explained. “They’re sending me to Europe to help fight the Nido del Diablo.”
“What?” she barked. “We’ve been planning all this stuff at the Revival for a month.”
“I know,” he said not daring to look away from her now accusing eyes. “I told her everything we have planned.”
“Who?” she snapped making drops of water spray from the vase.
“ Jan… of course. But it wasn’t her decision. She was only the messenger. I guess the story about the fight in Boston got spread around and they think they need all their best
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