Jasper folded his arms across his chest, his sword in the sheath and his feet firmly planted in the old woman’s closet.
He knew that the parameters of the closet compared to the actual, physical house messed with the humans. He caught the eyes of the other angels surrounding the closet and grinned, shaking his head.
This was always fun for the angels. Challenging the humans. Not from the angels’ point of view or desires, but fully in accordance with the Father’s plan.
That was a trip. Allowed to be different. No, commanded to be different—to create a space that Father in heaven knew would challenge the human’s thinking. Father always knew how far to take them in order to bring about his final plan.
Jasper nodded at Michael.
Oops. It was Michael. None other.
was Jasper had been off in
