The Space Between Us

He had been the Archangel of War.

She had been the Archangel of Peace.

Falling? That was the easy part.

Learning about her past while trapped in her shower with a strange man fighting off a demon in her bedroom? Awkward.

"I'm naked." She said flatly.

"Yes, I know. I've seen it before. You are absolutely stunning." He said eyeing her up and down. "But I'm trying to figure out how to get a body out of your apartment without the frat bros out there seeing it."

"I'm naked." She repeated. "And there is a dead body on my floor."

"Yes, yes." He waved a hand at her. "Do you have a tarp, or carpet?"

"I'm naked and there is a dead body on my floor!" She shouted at him. "Stop looking at me like that!"

"Like what?" He snapped.

"Like you've seen me naked before!"

It was going to be a very, very long week.