PROLOGUE - AND SO IT BEGINS.
"Do you think angels do the scootch?"
I blinked, making sure I heard right. Slowly I looked up from New Moan and stared at Darien. She started to ask me again, but my look made her pause.
"Excuse me? Did you really just ask that?"
Her had scratched Kiwi's belly feverishly. "Well, I was just wondering. Castiel reminds me so much of a puppy, so…"
I glanced at her kitty mug. "No more fruit punch for you. Ever."
Ignoring me, she continued to rant about how the angels don't understand her as I sunk lower and lower into my comfy chair.