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

archangel is to
protect mankind. As a guardian, you will need to be able to fight
the evil that threatens them, thus you will need to learn how to
fight.” He considered me once more and then nodded. “We will start
with the basics and build up on them. As an expert with a sword, I
will undertake your training in that area.”
    On anybody else, that would have sounded
cocky. With him, I again simply believed it as a fact. There had
been something that had flashed in his eyes when he had yelled at
me for saying hell that had made me not want to mess with him. If he had a sword – I was staying
well clear.
    “You will be assigned a human to work with.
He is important and you will be his Guardian,” Michael
confirmed.
    “So I’m a Guardian Angel?” I asked,
hesitantly. I have a bit of a temper, I will admit that. But, I am
the kind of person whose bark is much, much worse than their bite.
I will rant to whoever will listen. I will even threaten to punch
somebody, but I have never hit anybody yet. It takes a lot before I
will confront someone, much less act violently towards them. In
short, I’m all talk, and definitely no action. Wielding a sword was
not something that one would associate with me. Let’s be honest, a
twenty year old, in this day and age, with a sword? No matter how I
looked at it, it sounded absurd.
    Michael nodded. “You will meet him tomorrow.
I think, for now, it would be best if you got some rest.”
    “But I’m dead,” I pointed out, not that he
needed to be told that, considering how many times he had to point
that out to me. “What do I need sleep for?”
    “ You don’t, but your vessel does,” Michael
informed me. “Likewise, it will need feeding and watering.” He was
making me sound like a horse. “While you are immortal, your body is not. You can make it do a lot
more than it would have been able to when you were alive, and it
will be able to heal quickly from most wounds, but too much damage
and not even a year of rest will allow it to recover.”
    “What happens then?” I asked him warily. I
had visions of zombies in my head, wandering around with their
flesh hanging from their faces.
    “You will need to replace the vessel,” he
revealed. He watched me for a moment and sighed. “I will not go
into too much detail now, but there are also injuries that both you
and your vessel will not recover from.”
    “Right,” I muttered at his completely vague
warning. How on earth could an immortal being not recover from an
injury? I sighed. “Don’t tell people I’m an angel, don’t tell
people where I live, and keep my body healthy. Anything else?”
    I was surprised when he nodded. Clearly he
hadn’t grasped the concept of sarcasm.
    “No sex, no drinking, no smoking, and no
drugs,” he added, calmly.
    “ No sex or alcohol?” I blurted out. I
didn’t smoke or do drugs, but sex and alcohol? “You expect me to go
an eternity without either ?”
    Michael just nodded at me.
    I wondered if angels could commit
suicide.
    Michael stood up and moved to his desk,
ignoring the look of horror I am sure was plastered all over my
face. He pressed a button on his phone and muttered one word.
“Come.”
    There was a muffled reply I didn’t catch and
then Michael moved back to me, perching on the arm of the couch. “I
will have you taken back to your room. Get some rest. Tomorrow, you
will meet your charge and we will start your training with the
bow.”
    I glanced up at him, unable to keep from
rolling my eyes. “A bow and arrow? Really? Do I look like
Cupid?”
    Michael frowned in confusion. “Cupid? As he
works on my front desk, I can assure you that no, you do not look
like Cupid.”
    My mouth was still hanging open when there
was a knock at the door and a person entered. It was the same guy
who had been sitting at the front desk – Cupid. Silently, I slipped
Michael’s jacket from my shoulders, draping it over the arm of the
couch.
    Michael gestured I should follow Cupid and