NATHAN’S POV
“So, what now?”
“Now nothing, alright?! Make your peace with God!” Alastair fumed and decided to hurl the poor, hapless locket on the ground, her face contorted in frustration. “I’m tired of this sh*t. What do I get out of looking for Lucifer anyway? It’s not as if that balding mongrel with the face of a deflated beach ball would reward me for this!”
“Can you just keep your voice down? People will hear you. They might think you’re mental.”
“I’ll show them mental!” Alastair picked up the compass again and threw it at the ground once more, her teeth clenched in irritation. “I mean, isn’t Michael’s job to keep Lucifer from getting into any trouble in the first place? Why am I doing all the dirty work here, then?! Because the great angel Michael cannot be bothered? What a load
