There was movement along the fringe of Chauncey's vision, and he snapped his head to the left. At first glance what appeared to be a large angel topping a nearby monument rose to full height. Neither stone nor marble, the boy had arms and legs. His torso was naked, his feet were bare, and peasant trousers hung low on his waist. He hopped down from the monument, the ends of his hair dripping rain. It slid down his face, which was dark as a Spaniard's.
Becca FitzpatrickBefore I could stop myself, I punched his arm. โCareful,โ he said in a low voice. โThey might think weโre flirting.
Becca FitzpatrickYouโre a guardian angel now.โ.... Iโm your guardian angel,โ he said. โI get my very own guardian angel? What, exactly, is your job description?โ โGuard your body.โ His smile tipped higher. โI take my job seriously, which means Iโm going to need to get acquainted with the subject matter on a personal level.
Becca Fitzpatrick