After a couple of hours of sleep, my eyes popped open. My head swirled with murk, and my body ached like an old woman with rheumatoid arthritis. I blamed it on my angel magick. It had taken a toll on me. My strength felt depleted.
When my eyes drifted down to my feet, I gasped. The last time a person sat on the edge of my bed, it turned out to be a ghost, Ms. Noel. Then my eyes landed on the tear streaked face and I eased a breath.
Jeffery sat with his shoulders slumped, sobbing. I right away sat up with alarm. “Jeff, what’s wrong?”
“Oh, I don't mean to wake you,” he sniffled.
“No. You're fine. What’s wrong?”
“What isn’t wrong? We’ve lost our home. We all may die. That vicious Family is coming after all of us. Dom isn’t well. He has heart problems, and I’m afraid he’s going to drop de
