Reign of Angels 2 by L.g. Castillo

Author:L.g. Castillo [Castillo, L.G.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Rylind Publishing

13

Tristan

I plunged the mop into the bucket. Dirty water splashed, spilling over the floor and onto my shoes.

“Damn it!”

A chorus of laughter rang through the mess hall. Ian and his Archangel cronies sat at a nearby table, elbowing each other and pointing in my direction. The Powers looked on curiously, refraining from joining in on their taunts, more than likely out of respect for Zac.

“The idea is to clean the floor, not your shoes.” Val stood at the entrance of the mess hall.

The hall quieted at the sound of her voice. Chairs suddenly squealed as everyone in the room immediately came to attention, surprised to see a Throne in the crew’s mess hall. Except for me, the Thrones, Remi, and some select Archangels who were navigating the ship, ate in the officer’s mess. Ian had thrown a big stink about Guardians sitting with higher-ranking angels. If it wasn’t for Remi’s need for efficiency, Ian would’ve had them eating in their cabins.

“No, no. Please, everyone sit. Ian.” She acknowledged the silent Archangel as she passed.

Ian grunted, hunched over his bowl, barely acknowledging her. He hadn’t even bothered to stand with the others, and neither did the other trench coat wearing Archangels at his table. One of the angels stood halfway, probably out of instinct. Ian glared at the Archangel and the angel’s eyes lowered in submission.

I scowled. What was up with them? Over the past few days, more Archangels looked to Ian than Zac or even Remi. When Zac or Val gave instructions, they looked to Ian for permission.

“This isn’t as easy as you think,” I grumbled. “So what brings you down here with the steerage?”

“Just checking in on you,” she said.

“Well, I’m still here doing the same thing I was doing yesterday…and the day before that…and the day before that. Let me give you a demonstration.” I took the mop out of the bucket and slapped it on the floor.

“That’s not what I meant.”

“If you need more proof, I’m sure Ian can vouch for me since either he or one of the Trenchy Brigade has watched my every move. They write everything down in their little black books. Zero four hundred hours, wakes up. Zero four hundred one, takes a piss. Zero four hundred two—”

She jerked the mop out of my hands. “Will you knock it off?”

Ian’s table chuckled. She glared. A couple of the Archangels stopped, but the others kept snickering. They didn’t even bother looking embarrassed.

She shook her head and turned back to me. Lowering her voice, she said, “Is there somewhere we can go to talk?”

“There’s nothing to talk about.” I snatched the mop out of her hand. “If you don’t mind, I have a lot of work to do. I was given a very important new assignment. Top priority. Scrubbing toilets. Ain’t that right, boss?” I yelled at Ian.

He smirked. “Remi’s orders.”

“I’m sure it was,” I grumbled.

“Lucy, wait! You can’t go in there!” Zac’s voice yelled from outside the mess hall.

Lucy marched through the entrance, her wet braids and swimsuit dripping.

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