Chapter 9Micah knew he was in trouble when class ended and he barely remembered what had happened—but he could have recited everything Elliot had done during it. The angel on his shoulder was saying, See, a distraction, while the devil was smirking as it countered, He’s distracting you either way, so let’s enjoy it.
Honestly, even the angel didn’t seem too bothered by the thought.
“Micah? Should I sweep up?”
Elliot was watching him, a slight smirk indicating that maybe Micah had been zoned out longer than he thought he’d been.
“No need. Go around and make sure there’s no cranberry jelly stuck to any surfaces and keep an eye out if you think sweeping will be needed, but unless people got careless with the sugar, we should be fine. Thanks.”
Elliot saluted and headed to the first kitchen
