If 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 blooped, b
