Saving Angel (Book 1 Epta Borromean Realms)

Chapter 2

"Excuse me, Miss. You can't sit here. We are painting the walls, and this bench is just a marker to keep the passengers away from the work area. It is clearly marked." The lanky fellow was standing over her again.

"Excuse me?" Angel asked, confused for a second before realizing she had dozed off.

'I fell asleep in a public place. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck!' She cursed at herself.

The man was looking down at her like she was slow and needed extra time to understand his words. "I said, you can't sit here. We have scaffolding up here so we can paint and fix the upper walls," he continued, pointing to the two-story-high ceiling of the terminal. "It is dangerous to sit here. If something fell-"

"I am sorry," Angel cut him off, abruptly gathering up her things. "I just assumed it was ok to sit here, considering the pile of shit here."

She knew she sounded like a bitch, but she could see the shadows of death still lingering. This was the gift of a voyeur. They could change a person's fate, and prevent the Moraie from clipping their thread.

"Miss, there is no reason to get an attitude. It is clearly marked-" but Angel cut him off again.

"Yeah, yeah. I got it. Clearly marked. Men at work. Clearly not a safe place for me to sit when the scaffolding isn't properly constructed. But you are obviously going to climb up, right? Half the parts are sitting here on the ground behind this bench, but you will tell me that men will be climbing up there in the next ten minutes?" She sneered at him, though it made her feel just horrible to speak to him in such a way. She had to make it convincing.

"Hey, BOSSMAN!" Angel yelled at who she thought was the foreman. "Don't worry, I won't sit next to your half-built scaffolding and slow down your work! I am leaving now."

The terminal was quiet as everyone looked from the dark haired young woman to the very red and angry foreman to the scaffolding. The climbing men stopped and started to examine the joining corners, locking bars and platform plates more closely.

The pudgy foreman walked up to Angel, trying to cool the anger seething around his very red neck. "We aren't done securing the scaffolding, young lady. We just need to ensure that no one is close in case a part falls. No need to worry. Safety is our priority."

'Yeah right.' She snorted at him, nodding as she walked toward the door she knew her bus would depart from. No more sleeping in public places.

She looked over and saw the woman who held the bloody child. She was there but there was no child nearby. They made eye contact for a split second, and Angel swore she saw a shadow pass over her eyes before she looked away and went about her business.

A shiver ran down her spine. 'I hope that I didn't mess up just now. I haven't even been out of the coven for two hours. How am I going to survive living in a real town with normal people?

The bus ride to Jefferson County took thirteen hours. Thirteen. Her joints were stiff, and her ass felt numb when they finally reached their final stop. What was worse, she was exhausted because she refused to sleep. Many of the passengers reminded her of the tin man before he was oiled up: stiff and creaky with jerky movements climbing down from the bus.

Angel hoped to hail an available cab as she claimed her bag from the underside of the carriage compartment. Walking toward the main street, she couldn't help but stare at her new town. It was nothing like she expected. The town had an actual town square surrounded by all sorts of shops and cafes. She was excited to see a line of cabs waiting not far away from the bus terminal... Perhaps luck was on her side for a change.

The first cab driver was happy to take her to the address she provided, and she tipped him with the remaining cash left in her pocket. The fare wasn't that much, but he was a super sweet older guy who talked nonstop about how his granddaughter was graduating from High School this year.