“You made the right choice by staying here,” Jo said with a self-righteous smile, as she made up a plate for me. “I can protect you from Lucifer.”
I grabbed the plate from her hand, annoyed at her words, but also hungry. Did I need protection from Lucifer or from her? Jo—Jophiel —wasn’t even my real sister, and she’d lied to me for years.
“Is anything about my life real?” I asked, as I sat at her round breakfast table.
Jo took a chair across from me. “Our relationship is real. That’s never been fake.”
“But you’re an Archangel!” I sputtered, then glanced around the house, which was like something out of an HGTV show about mansions I could never afford. “I’m only realizing now how little I knew about your life. How separate you kept me from it. How you knew all this time I was Lucifer’s
