“Figures,” the woman mumbled.
There came a sound from behind. She turned around, quick as a viper striking at its prey, but even that was not enough. Two arrows hit their mark, one of which passed through her calf. Another struck her left wing before embedding itself into the tree. This one is fast!
“Well. Well,” the young teen said. “If it isn’t Clara Grey, the angel who prefers to toil with the humans than defend Heaven.”
Teen applied for appearance only. Like most of the gods and goddesses of old, this one was older than civilization itself. Back in her day, she would have been of marrying age, whereas any adult male who asked for her number could end up in prison.
Disclaimer: This novel is an work in progress and readers may encounter grammatical errors and inconsistencies. Please view this a draft and not a published work.
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