Christmas in Transylvania by Sandra Hill

Author:Sandra Hill
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Publisher: HarperCollins
Published: 2014-09-30T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Eight

Angels we have heard on high, and down below, too . . .

EVEN THOUGH HE’D arrived at dawn, it was late morning before Michael called for a meeting of the vangels.

Before that, Karl took a tray upstairs for Faith, with coffee, orange juice, two buttered croissants, and a banana. He urged her to stay put unless she was invited to come downstairs.

“Will I be invited? I’ve never met an angel before. Except for you, and you’re just an almost-­angel.” At his raised brows, she added, “I’m not saying this right.”

“I understand perfectly,” he said, and kissed her lightly. “I’ll be back as soon as I can.”

Not being a VIK, Karl was able to step back and observe, for the most part. First, Michael had been engaged in a closed-­door meeting with Vikar, while Gabriel, who’d accompanied him, was in the dungeon . . . uh, basement, discussing training exercises with some of the newer vangels. Rafael led a prayer ser­vice in the chapel and listened to some of the hymns they’d been rehearsing for the Christmas Eve ser­vice. After that, they all attended Mass, celebrated by Father Bernard, who’d come up from St. Vladamir’s, followed by a hearty workman’s breakfast for the archangels . . . sausage, bacon, fresh-­baked rolls, scrambled eggs, hash browns, and toast . . . served by Lizzie and her helpers, who were clearly suffering hangovers. Once the archangels were gone, Karl was sure the kitchen staff would be crawling into their beds. The rest of them would have to make do with Domino’s Pizza or takeout the rest of the day though the storm had laid down another six inches of snow last night, and it was snowing again. Travel might be a problem, even into town for a bucket of KFC. Best they stick to home and open a can of soup or something. Not that anyone was thinking that far ahead. The vangels were too worried about why Michael was here and whether any of them was in the archangel’s crosshairs.

None of the archangels were smiling, which Karl took for a bad sign. The only indication Karl had that he was in particular trouble was a frown directed his way by Michael and the one-­word warning, “Later!”

The other brothers, and their families, began drifting in. Their late arrivals were excused by the fact that Michael hadn’t been expected until tomorrow. Sometimes, he liked to surprise them. In an attempt to catch them doing something wrong, Karl supposed. Like Karl had been. Though it hadn’t felt wrong at the time. Still didn’t.

There was Trond with his wife Nicole, both Navy SEALs. Well, Trond was a SEAL, but Nicole was a member of WEALS, the female Navy SEAL unit. They were followed by Sigurd, Harek, and Mordr, whose new wife Miranda and their five children would be arriving later. And Cnut, who was being teased by his brothers because of his new hairstyle.

The light brown hair was shaved on both sides of his head.

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