And was surprised at the sight. It was a small bureau and sitting on an immaculately tidy desk was an immaculate male human. Hair like a perfect sunrise, eyes like the moon, figure of a Greek statue. He knew that hair, he had seen those eyes. He froze on the spot, squinting his eyes. Angel White smiled welcomingly, “Took you longer than I expected.”
“You? You are Angel White? You’re…Sixteen, right?”
Angel nodded, but didn’t move from the desk. Behind him Three heard the door fall shut. Oh, he knew this one all right. Angel Number Sixteen, one of Heaven’s finest. He had been born into the service, an angel from the first hour. On many occasions throughout the millennia, Three had worked against him. He was sickeningly lovely, unnervingly innocent, and irritatingly righteous; an angel thro
