“Angel Rachel don’t like to be kept waiting,” Angel Rocco mutters after catching up with Ash in the forest chatting with Angel Mel and Jason. They are flying high through the sky. “And you, of all people, know what a pickle she can be.” He cackles while they zoom down over Angel Court, down through the open-air roof, to land in the same room as Miguelito. He had been already summoned to the judge’s private quarters.
With one arm on the back of a magnificent Tudor armchair, Angel Rachel greets them with, “About time. Almost missed your next regression.”
“Missed my what?” Ash turns to Miguelito. “We haven’t even had a chance to catch up from our last lives together in England.” She takes his hand.
what“Your next regression,” Angel Rachel informs her visitors. “Going back to revisit anothe
