Sorry guys, another short one... meh.

Angelic—Devyne patience.

Devyne was nervous, though she had seen exactly what would happen today. It would all go well—Bella would be safe; Edward had made up his mind, for now.

Still, she felt uncharacteristically ill at ease. Honestly, this latest project was giving her more headaches in a few days than her sisters had given her in the past ten thousand years!

Biting a perfect lip, she watched as the Cullen's entered the High School again, wary.

Alice was going over and over the future, checking that she hadn't made any mistakes. A mistake here would be the worst thing that could possibly happen.

Edward, it's fine… today will be absolutely fine.

In the back of her mind, though, she was keeping tabs on Jasper, at the same time. Such a caring girl. Devyne and her sisters had always liked Alice.

Jasper was amused, which surprised the angel—but, of course—he was the one who was usually the centre of the Cullen's concerns, and now he had passed that on to Edward, he was feeling oddly free. Devyne smiled indulgently, from her vantage point high above them. She hoped he would enjoy this while it lasted.

Emmett was feeling very self-indulgent—presently, he was amused by how much he looked like a bodyguard, leading the group into a dangerous situation. He liked the idea, and she laughed. Emmett was good at making her laugh.

She liked all of the Cullens, though—even Rosalie, who could be obnoxiously difficult, if she so chose.

She, of course, was thinking about herself. No change there, then.

Devyne kept close tabs on them until Biology, where she knew she would be most needed.

She changed into an inconspicuous human form, and walked into the class, sitting down behind Bella. She was doodling across her folder. The angel saw the human girl stiffen as Edward walked in and sat down noisily—far more noisily than he would have normally. She understood his motives, and they pleased her.

Throughout the lesson she kept a close eye on them, but found that her concerns were, in fact, unnecessary.

All the same, their guardian angel breathed a sigh of relief—figuratively, since she did not breathe at all—as Edward left the room, Bella staring after him.

Bella was not dead yet.