Lovely

Chapter 11

|Chapter 11|

I took Isabella to Drew's sister's room so we could talk privately. She was looking around and nodding at things she saw. 

"You have friends with money," she commented. 

"How'd you find me?" I responded, not ready for her to talk around the subject. 

"It's called GPS, Nova," she rolled her eyes and plopped down on the bed. "Not everything has to be supernatural, you know that right?"

I stared blankly at her, not believing what she was saying to me initially. I only lifted a brow at her telling me that she used the GPS on my phone to find me. We're angels. It's never that easy. 

"Don't believe me," she shrugged and stood back up. "I don't really care. What I do care about, though, are the changelings possessed in purgatory."

"We can't do anything about that," I hissed, then paused. "At least, not until I ask Ross about the Switch."

"When do you plan to do that again?" she clicked her tongue and smirked. "Oh yeah, you're too busy making googly eyes at him to remember your job. One job, Nova. You had one job."

"You have three minutes to explain before I kick you out of this house," I threatened. 

"Elliot came to me," she said, sounding exhausted and plopped right back on the bed as if she were pushed. I felt like the air got knocked out of my lungs. 

"What?" I asked breathlessly. 

"A couple days ago," she played with the hem of her top as she spoke and kept her head down. Her voice had gotten softer and her bravado fell slightly. "He told me not to tell you and I was still mad at you at the time. Hell, I still am, but I had to come tell you anyway because you're Nova."

When she said my name she peered back up at me. 

"...and you have a knack for getting out of situations unscathed," she added. 

I snorted. "I rarely come out untouched, Isabella, you know that."

"But you won't be as broken as Elliot is," she vowed and her eyes hardened. "Never. They'll never let a demon get close to you like that again. They're too cautious with you."

"Are you forgetting the time I was kidnapped during school once?" 

"Come to purgatory with me," she proposed and stood up. "Think about it. If you go they'll have no choice but to go after you and that'll be our backup."

I froze in my spot, not believing what this girl was saying to me. Was she mental? Was she off her rocker? I knew she wasn't possessed because I'd be able to feel that now with all the training Ross has put me through. 

"You're looking at me like I'm crazy," she deadpanned. 

"It's because you are," I responded truthfully. "We go to purgatory and do what? What's the game plan?"

"The game plan is you learn to perform an exorcism," she hesitated and sighed. "I know it's harder on an angel than a human and takes more time, but El needs up. If he can go why not us? We can both fly, I've learned a bunch about being a virtue that could help us and--"

"No!" I laughed humorlessly. "You're insane!"

"I wasn't asking," she said lowly, her green eyes glowing. "You're going to want to come with me, Nova, regardless of how you feel about the situation."

"Yeah?" I said. "How's that?"

"Because Clayton is coming," she smiled devilishly. 

Her words after that didn't matter to me much because everything she said only made me want to punch her in the face more and more. She's convinced Clay to come along with us because he was interested and he can travel freely throughout heaven, earth, and purgatory. The best thing about asking Clay, she'd mentioned, was that he couldn't be possessed on account of the fact that he did not have an actual body. Clay was a spirit, a soul, dead.