Angel in Training (The Louisiangel Series, Book One) Read Online Free

this place is a museum,” I told him.
    “ No, it was a museum,” Michael corrected me. “It was acquired just
before you died. For the last ten months this place has
been-”
    “ What?” I asked, my voice doing that
annoying thing where it jumps six or seven octaves. “I’ve been
dead how
long ?”
    “As I have told you already, six months,”
Michael said, somehow refraining from sounding impatient.
    “What about my aunt?” I demanded, getting to
my feet. “And my friends? What about finals?” I asked, now pacing
back and forth in the small gap between the coffee table and the
couch. “How on earth am I going to make that up?” I quickly did the
math in my head. “I’ll have to do my junior year all over again.
That’s assuming they actually let me repeat the year and I haven’t
been kicked out. Oh, good god! What if they don’t let me back?”
    “You won’t be returning to college,” Michael
calmly informed me, watching me pace with mild interest. “Because
you cannot tell people what you are. It is forbidden.”
    I could feel the blood rushing from my head.
I quickly sat back down, hiding my face behind my hands. College
wasn’t really the issue. Yeah, it was a pain in the ass that I
wasn’t going to graduate and would still have student loans, but
the real issue was my aunt. After my parents died she looked after
me like I was her own daughter, the fact that she would never know
what happened to me was heartbreaking to me. “I have to at least
let her know I’m alright,” I muttered.
    “It is better your aunt knows nothing,” he
told me, somehow knowing who I was referring to. “Besides, if it is
any consolation, it won’t be long before you outlive her.”
    My head snapped up so I could glare at him.
“That’s supposed to be a consolation?”
    Michael suddenly looked sad. “Yes. Humans
will die, you will not. It is easier if you have no bonds.” The
sadness quickly disappeared and he stood, walking back to the side
to pour himself a glass of water. “You are immortal. You will not
die.”
    “I thought I already was dead,” I shot at
him. Archangel or not, I really wanted to punch him.
    “Your body is dead. You – your soul, can live
forever.”
    “So why do I need this...” I gestured to my
body. “Vessel? Why am I still within walking distance of my aunt if
I can’t visit her? Why the hell didn’t you send me to Siberia?” I
demanded, my fingers curling into fists as my anger built.
    “I am not based in Siberia,” he told me. I
couldn’t tell if he was genuinely answering my question, or if he
was being sarcastic. Then I heard his next words. “The nearest
Archangel would probably be Uriel, who is in South Korea.”
    Okay, if Michael exists, it would make sense
that other archangels would too, but it still surprised me. “South
Korea? Really?” I managed, in between my mouth flapping open and
close like a fish.
    “We are all over the world, Angel. We go to
the places that need our presence the most,” he informed me.
    “ But South Korea?” I said again. “I’m
fairly certain their main religion isn’t Christianity.”
    “Who said it had to be?” Michael asked with a
small smile. “We help those who need it. We do not judge them based
on their beliefs.”
    “Whatever,” I sighed, my hand raking through
my hair. It got caught on a knot and I pulled it to me, ready to
work it out. Instead, I found myself staring at the ends in
complete disbelief. “Are you kidding me?” I exclaimed. With a lack
of mirror in the room I had awoken in, I hadn’t checked my
appearance before leaving it. My attention had been a little
preoccupied with everything that had happened since, I hadn’t even
paid attention to the hair that had fallen into my eyes.
    I was appreciating the irony of going out
dressed like a devil now.
    My hair was still that bright cherry red.
I mean bright . Despite
the fact several months had passed, it was still vibrant and
showing no signs of having