Chapter 12If staggering while lying down is possible, I did it, back toward the headboard.
“How in Hel—eaven…How in Heaven did I get an angel to come here?”
No halo, no wings, no flowing robes, she was a young girl with a friendly smile, a British accent, green eyes, and streak of pink on one side of dark brown hair. The glow was a tip off, though—that and the fact I had uttered a summoning spell.
“We come when mortals call.” She sounded like Kelly Osbourne. “One doesn’t need magick.”
“Right.”
“My name is Andi.”
“Wait. Like CJ’s Andi?” I covered my bare chest and thought of Artemis. “James, I mean. James’s Andi.”
“You know James? I sense him here.”
“He left his sweater.” I’d put it on top of the dresser in my bedroom and pointed now. “I reminded him three times before and after we
