disbelief in her worthiness to be welcomed into
Heaven. And pushing every button I had in the process.
“ I’m supposed to be
teaching you to use your angel powers,” Kali sighed.
Oh goodness gracious. I
rolled my eyes so hard I thought they might get stuck up there. Not
this again. Grace, you’re not really an
angel. You aren’t learning fast enough. I was better than this with
half the training you’ve received, and I’m an excellent teacher.
Michael’s going to be pissed if I can’t get you to learn basic
angel powers.
Blah, blah, blah.
She was finding every reason in the
book to blame me rather than herself, and I knew why. Part of her
mission was to teach me. And my failure meant she was failing,
too.
“ You should have learned
this already,” she scowled. “Michael was very clear with me—I’m
supposed to help you master all your powers. You learned so much so
quickly, but the weapon? Nothing. It’s like you aren’t even trying , and I’ll be
damned if Michael doesn’t take this failure as proof that I don’t
deserve to go home. If he cuts me because you can’t call a freaking
weapon, I’m seriously going to kill you myself. What does he even
see in you? How are you supposed to help win this war? I swear he’s
making me do this just to try my patience. I have thousands of
souls left to tally before I can be free of Hell and finally make
it home. And the more time I spend with you, the longer it will
take me. You’re dead weight, Grace. I need to focus on my actual
mission, not babysitting duty.”
Jab, jab, jab. I bit the insides of my cheeks, glad she knew
nothing about the deal for Ash. If she did, she’d no doubt be
talking about how I was letting him down, too. But I hadn’t trusted
her with that. It wasn’t her business, anyway, and at times like
this, I was extraordinarily grateful I’d kept my mouth shut. She
was already hitting every other insecurity and fear I had. Trust
me, no one was more disappointed or angry with me than I was with
myself.
Still, it wasn’t like I
hadn’t accomplished anything . I had made progress in the
three months we’d worked together. I had learned to move objects
and teleport perfectly. There were no more unwanted craznados. I
hadn’t had an outburst of unwanted powers in over two weeks. Minus
the spirits. I couldn’t do anything about actually getting rid of
those, but Kali had showed me how to tell the difference between
them and the living. So at least I wasn’t in danger of talking to
one, thinking it was alive, in front of people. She’d showed me the
faint blue and red glow around them on almost the first day. Auras,
she’d called them. Blue represented Heaven, and red for Hell. The
auras of the spirits I saw were a mixture of the two colors because
they didn’t belong to either. They were stuck in limbo, too pure
for Hell but tainted enough that they couldn’t be allowed into
Heaven. It was nearly impossible to have your spirit stuck directly
in middle ground—but it did happen. And when it did, I got to see
them every freaking day.
Being able to see the pesky spirits
for what they were was the first thing I figured out. And then I’d
started getting control of some of my powers.
But as much as I’d accomplished, it
didn’t mean anything if I couldn’t call my angelic weapon. We’d
gone out hunting every single night for three months. I could hold
my own to a point, keeping the demons at bay with my power to move
objects and teleport out of their way before they landed a kill
shot. Still, Kali had to step in every time to actually dispatch
them. Without the ability to call my angelic weapon, I was useless
to Heaven.
And to Ash.
Because I didn’t think Michael would
give me an extension. He’d been clear about mastering all of my
powers in a given amount of time, and he wasn’t very forgiving. In
fact, I thought he was more of a wrathful angel. And if he wasn’t
willing to take pity on me, there’d be nothing I could do
Heaven. And pushing every button I had in the process.
“ I’m supposed to be
teaching you to use your angel powers,” Kali sighed.
Oh goodness gracious. I
rolled my eyes so hard I thought they might get stuck up there. Not
this again. Grace, you’re not really an
angel. You aren’t learning fast enough. I was better than this with
half the training you’ve received, and I’m an excellent teacher.
Michael’s going to be pissed if I can’t get you to learn basic
angel powers.
Blah, blah, blah.
She was finding every reason in the
book to blame me rather than herself, and I knew why. Part of her
mission was to teach me. And my failure meant she was failing,
too.
“ You should have learned
this already,” she scowled. “Michael was very clear with me—I’m
supposed to help you master all your powers. You learned so much so
quickly, but the weapon? Nothing. It’s like you aren’t even trying , and I’ll be
damned if Michael doesn’t take this failure as proof that I don’t
deserve to go home. If he cuts me because you can’t call a freaking
weapon, I’m seriously going to kill you myself. What does he even
see in you? How are you supposed to help win this war? I swear he’s
making me do this just to try my patience. I have thousands of
souls left to tally before I can be free of Hell and finally make
it home. And the more time I spend with you, the longer it will
take me. You’re dead weight, Grace. I need to focus on my actual
mission, not babysitting duty.”
Jab, jab, jab. I bit the insides of my cheeks, glad she knew
nothing about the deal for Ash. If she did, she’d no doubt be
talking about how I was letting him down, too. But I hadn’t trusted
her with that. It wasn’t her business, anyway, and at times like
this, I was extraordinarily grateful I’d kept my mouth shut. She
was already hitting every other insecurity and fear I had. Trust
me, no one was more disappointed or angry with me than I was with
myself.
Still, it wasn’t like I
hadn’t accomplished anything . I had made progress in the
three months we’d worked together. I had learned to move objects
and teleport perfectly. There were no more unwanted craznados. I
hadn’t had an outburst of unwanted powers in over two weeks. Minus
the spirits. I couldn’t do anything about actually getting rid of
those, but Kali had showed me how to tell the difference between
them and the living. So at least I wasn’t in danger of talking to
one, thinking it was alive, in front of people. She’d showed me the
faint blue and red glow around them on almost the first day. Auras,
she’d called them. Blue represented Heaven, and red for Hell. The
auras of the spirits I saw were a mixture of the two colors because
they didn’t belong to either. They were stuck in limbo, too pure
for Hell but tainted enough that they couldn’t be allowed into
Heaven. It was nearly impossible to have your spirit stuck directly
in middle ground—but it did happen. And when it did, I got to see
them every freaking day.
Being able to see the pesky spirits
for what they were was the first thing I figured out. And then I’d
started getting control of some of my powers.
But as much as I’d accomplished, it
didn’t mean anything if I couldn’t call my angelic weapon. We’d
gone out hunting every single night for three months. I could hold
my own to a point, keeping the demons at bay with my power to move
objects and teleport out of their way before they landed a kill
shot. Still, Kali had to step in every time to actually dispatch
them. Without the ability to call my angelic weapon, I was useless
to Heaven.
And to Ash.
Because I didn’t think Michael would
give me an extension. He’d been clear about mastering all of my
powers in a given amount of time, and he wasn’t very forgiving. In
fact, I thought he was more of a wrathful angel. And if he wasn’t
willing to take pity on me, there’d be nothing I could do
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