“I’m not overdosing. And it’s not my fault if someone trolls me. Don’t overreact.”
…She feels bad about offending an angel. Not good. Really not good.
Poliamuel flutters down to place a scroll on the cushions near Leandré’s free hand. At first it’s no bigger than a rolled up postage stamp, but in seconds it swells into a handsome cylinder capped with a sliver crown.
“Nothing in heaven or earth will save her. If you fail her.”
This is not the first time Arno has dropped hints about ‘fetching’ Leandré. What does he mean?
I’ve got nothing to hide…except that I have an angel who helps me play my cello.
While Darren jumped the gate into the Arderne Gardens – unexpectedly meeting Arno there, Leandré had been entrancing the crowd at The Compass with a performance inspired by Poliamuel, her angel.