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baffled.  “If there is, I am sure that I can rectify the situation immediately.”
     
    I turn in time to see the harsh look she gives Adriel.  Adriel shrinks back.  I want to as well.  Rashnu is one crazy mean Angel of Judgment no matter how sweet and pretty her exterior is.  Silvery blond hair and beauty cannot hide her crazy.
     
    “No, there is not a problem with her work.  I just want to talk to her in private.”
     
    Rashnu’s face is emitting confusion.  My god, is there a pandemic of confusion occurring in the Angel realm?  Are they all inflicted with it?  Because I don’t think asking to speak to someone in private is something to get confused over.  
     
    In frustration, I stomp my foot like a two year old.  Unlike the stomp of a two year old, the ground beneath us begins to rumble and a schism begins to develop.  There are gasps all around.  Crap.  It’s getting bigger.  And wider.
     
    In an effort to stop it, I pull magic.  Pure, white magic that fills me with a sense of peace and love.  And then I fling it at the schism to try to stop it.
     
    Turns out, magic doesn’t stop schisms.  It just makes them widen faster.  I pull the magic back and it flies through me almost knocking me to the ground.  I stumble and end up falling into the schism that is growing between my feet.  Ow.  I grasp the edge of the schism, which is now probably half a mile deep and look down.  That was a poor choice of things to do right at this moment.  Down is really far away and full of what looks like lava.  What I wouldn’t give for that lava to turn into Jell-O.  Oh, look.  It is Jell-O now!  My stomach rumbles as I hang here.  I never ate breakfast.
     
    A strong hand grasps my wrist.  “You seem to be making a mess over here, Raziel.  Perhaps you will allow me to lend a hand?”
     
    It’s Ray.  I forget what his Angel name is.  “Yes, please Ray,” I say. 
     
    He does a double take at the use of his Cowan realm name.  With one hoist and a little bit of magic, he has me out of the schism and on my feet.  With narrowed eyes, he says, “There are no Angels who call me by that name, Raziel.  I surmise there is something afoot here?”
     
    “Well, yeah,” I say.  Finally, someone is getting it.  “Can we go somewhere private?  The orchard or somewhere?”
     
    With furrowed brows he nods curtly and then starts walking.  As he does, the giant schism I created folds back together.  Okay, Archangels are pretty cool. 
     
    Ray’s walking so fast I thought I would have a hard time keeping up with him.  But I’m not.  My strides are as long as his. Huh.  That’s weird.  Adriel on the other hand is having a hard time keeping up like I would have in my body.
     
    When we are finally far enough away from the rest of the Angels, Ray stops abruptly.  Adriel almost walks into him.  She takes a quick step back.  I guess it’s custom for Angels to give deference to Archangels. 
     
    Ray speaks first.  “You have never been one for mystery, Raziel.  What is going on?”
     
    “I’m not Raziel,” I say.  Yeah, I’m the whiny one now.  I try to keep the whine out of my voice as I continue.  “I’m Xandra.”
     
    Adriel is looking at me as if I’m crazy.  Ray looks thoughtful.  “With your manner of speech as it is, I am apt to believe you.  How has this come to be?”
     
    Great, the grammar police have gotten to him since he came back to Angel time.  Back in Ireland he was perfectly happy to use contractions.  “I don’t know.  One minute I was about to kiss Kallen and make our marriage real, and then I’m not.  And everyone started calling me Raziel and I don’t know what happened but I would like it to be reversed so I can go back to my wedding and marry Kallen so we can go rescue Tabitha from the Goblins and Dragons.”  I have to take a deep breath now because my tirade used up all the oxygen in my lungs.
     
    Ray cocks his head to the side.  “You