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this speed,” he
corrected me, flicking a page. “As soon as you let go of your
humanity, you will see this.”
    There was going to be some form of poetic
justice when I beat him to death with that book. I managed another
minute, and then my leg cramped. I went flying backwards, into the
cross trainer behind me with a scream.
    “Angel?” Michael asked, peering over me.
    “I’m done,” I groaned, trying to untangle
myself from the machine. He tried to help but I jerked my arm away.
“I can do it myself,” I told him between the gasps for air as I
tried to get my breath back. I got up and took a step forward, only
to go crumpling to the ground with another cry of pain.
    Ignoring my objections, Michael dropped to a
crouch and gently prodded my ankle. At my wince, he looked back at
me, disappointed. “It’s just a sprain. You will be fine.” He got up
and turned the machine off, before offering me a hand which I chose
to ignore again.
    “I’m going for a shower,” I grumbled. I
turned and stalked out of the room as best as I could while
limping, bypassing the locker room. It took me a while to hobble up
the stairs, clutching at the banister, but I finally made it to the
top.
    I was at the opposite end to my room and had
to pass all the other bedrooms on the way. Unlike the previous
times I had walked the hallway, a lot of the doors were propped
open, angels coming and going between the rooms like we were back
in a college dorm. Although most of them stared at me, none said
anything.
    I can’t say I blamed them. I was one hot
sweaty mess. I could feel the sweat trickling down the side of my
face and neck, and down my back. I was also pretty sure that my
face was the same color as my hair. On top of that, I was limping
and still trying to catch my breath. All while they remained
visions of perfection.
    I made it to my bedroom, slamming the door
shut behind me. It didn’t take me long to peel the sweaty clothes
from my body, dumping them unceremoniously into a heap on the
floor, before jumping in a cool shower. I got out, wrapped the
towels around me, and collapsed on the bed.
    There was a very good chance that being an
angel was going to kill me.

CHAPTER FIVE
    A Detective in
Training
     
     
    I awoke from my nap feeling much better. The
pain had gone from both my ankle and my cheek and I no longer felt
exhausted from the running. It was also dark outside now, although
I wasn’t sure of the time. Amongst the things that I needed, a
clock was definitely up there.
    I rose, contemplating getting changed into
the nightdress and getting back into bed, but I was far too awake
now. Instead I opted to see if I could find Joshua, by myself.
Considering my previous failure with Joshua and my epic fail in the
gym, I really didn’t want to see the disappointment I kept seeing
in Michael every time I got something wrong.
    I headed back to the bathroom to dry my hair
and was pleasantly surprised to discover that despite the fact I
had fallen asleep with it wrapped up in a towel, it still flicked
out. I had a feeling that the novelty of that would wear off
quickly when I wanted to do something different with it though.
Back in the bedroom I explored the contents of my wardrobe and
drawers. They were well stocked – possibly because someone knew I
was never going to keep the outfit looking smart – but they were
all variations on what I had been wearing earlier. It also hinted
at the fact that I was going to be permanently working. I would
have to ask Cupid if angels really did get a day off, like he
alluded to earlier, and what they usually did on them.
    For now, I pulled on a pair of trousers,
opted for a lilac shirt under the waistcoat, and a pair of shoes.
This time, when I left the room, finally looking presentable to the
beautiful men I shared a floor with, there were none in sight. Once
again, all the doors were shut. Oh well. Maybe an eternity without
relationships would be easier if I couldn’t drool over the