Who’s there? Is that you, Bri?” Bernie sniffed the air. It was pelting rain, but somehow he always knew it was me.
I grinned. Bernie was homeless and blind as a bat, but he was sweeter than sugar. The nicest man I’d ever met. He once tried to offer me his only coat when I was cold.
Pulling a blueberry muffin from my bag, that I had stashed their earlier, I plopped it in his hand. “I have my Awakening ceremony today. Can’t talk now, but I’ll come by later and bring you dinner.”
He patted my hand and smiled, showcasing the three teeth he had left. Ripping a piece of the muffin off, he gave it to Maximus.
“May you be angel blessed,” he said and nodded to me.
Angel blessed. Yeah right. Odds were unlikely, seeing as though my father was devil gifted. And it wouldn’t matter anyway, because
