“That was close.”
Cadriel maneuvered himself in midair and smiled at the angel coming out of the blinding light with hair almost as white as his folded wings behind him.
“Agnolo, why are you here?”
Like him, Agnolo suspended himself in the air and looked him straight in the eyes. “Cadriel, the gods—”
He raised his hand to stop Agnolo. “If this is about last night, please, don’t bother. I know the rules, but I just can’t attack anyone who is defenseless, and I mean anyone.”
Agnolo smiled uncertainly. “The gods are worried that what happened to Alastair will also happen to you.”
Cadriel narrowed his eyes before shaking his head, feeling annoyed. Alastair was supposed to be Victor’s guardian angel, but after Alastair had let the demon get away with the human he was assigned to before, the gods made him takeover the guardianship of Victor.
“Tell the gods this—I have never failed them since I started working for them, so I hope they won’t start doubting me now and comparing me to Alastair. We do things differently, and the gods should know that better than anyone else. They didn’t rank me an archangel for fun, did they?”
“Cadriel! You know I can’t say something so disrespectful!”
“I know.” He smiled. Personally, he didn’t see how saying what was in his mind disrespectful, but that’s just how most angels were, and Agnolo was not an exception. “Please just tell the gods not to worry, I have everything under control.”