CHAPTER FOURTEEN
ANGELOS BREATHED DEEPLY, filling the lungs of this body with damp air. Tipping his head back, he revelled in the icy rain on his face. He drew back the wide shoulders, making himself even bigger, forcing the ebb and flow of humanity on the city street to go around him. This body he'd claimed wasn't the one he would have chosen if he'd had more time – too blond and too ruddy – but he could have done a lot worse. He could have been stuck in the shell of that old bum, for one.
He flexed the fingers and cracked the neck, getting a feel for the form. He eyed up a group of women who passed him, thinking of the other benefits of no longer being a shadow. They gave him a strange look, focusing below his chin, and he remembered the clerical collar. Not that that had ever stopped
