“You’re an angel. You must be able to think of something,” Marigoldy comments, peering out from the pocket of the angel’s shirt.
“Let’s think logically,” Angel Mel says with false optimism. They stare at the mass of swarming humanity streaming up and down the crowded, humid back streets of Manila. “Jessa Mae is a d**g addict. She must have fallen off the wagon to make Cora so desperate that she and Jason, accompanied by you and the fairyman, broke all the rules and ran away to the Earth dimension on the f*******n Holy Rollercoaster to save her, correct?”
Marigoldy sees a strange twinkling spark of light in the air some distance ahead of them. It keeps changing colors. “Correct.”
“And the first place you went to find her is the d**g den we just left. That’s where you parted ways.”
“Corr
