He ran a hand over his head and fought for patience. Normally, he was calm, too calm—to the point where he doubted he was even capable of strong emotions. But right now, he really wished he had a baseball bat so he could find out how much force it took to break the safety glass in a swanky condo.
“Come if you want,” he bit out. “But you need to get us supplies, and the more time you waste following me around, the longer it’ll take to get your book.”
“What supplies?”
“We need disguises. I’m a fugitive, and you’re an angel. We won’t be able to stay hidden all the time, and we need to blend in.”
“What do you suggest?”
“Cloaks.”
“Cloaks.” She blinked. “That’s your solution? I’m afraid to ask what your plan is for actually stealing the book.”
He glared at her.
“Well?”
“Well what.”
“What is your plan?”
He ground his teeth. “Go to Hell, find a base. You stay there, and I go to Murmur’s lair and figure out how to get past his wards.”
“And then?”
“Then I’ll get what I need, break in, and steal the book.”
“And we’re supposed to do all this while wearing cloaks?”
She’s still hung up on that?“You’re not coming. I’ll stay in crow form. No one will pay attention to me. Problem solved.”
Her eyes flared. “I am coming.”
“No, you’re not.”
“Yes, I am.”
He ground his teeth. “Why? You want your book. I’ll get it for you. Why do you have to be there?”
“Because…” She seemed to be debating how much to tell him. She probably thought giving extra information wasn’t wise, which was probably true. He’d use anything she told him against her given half a chance.
“This task is more than just a job for me,” she said. “It is a test. One Imustpass. While I wasn’t given any stipulations about how I complete the test, there is an understanding that I must at least be present for it. Simply enlisting another to do it for me will not suffice.”
It seemed like the kind of convoluted logic that angels used, which was why he believed her. In his mind, it shouldn’t matter how she got the book as long as she got it, but angels weren’t known for keeping things simple.
“Why?” he asked, tilting his head.
“Why what?”
“Why do you have to pass?”
She pursed her lips. “There’s nothing in our arrangement that states I must share unnecessary details about my life.”
“Fine.” It didn’t matter anyway. “You can come to steal the book, but you have to promise to follow my lead.”
“Within reason. So what is your plan for my disguise?”
“Wear a cloak.”
