“I was promised. I’m calling it.”
The Shenanigans Rosary was gripped tight in my raised right hand. The Black Rosary was draped loosely but securely over my hanging left hand.
“The promise given to you will be honored but will not be taken advantage of. You are bound by it just the same as I.”
The angel floated close enough to attempt intimidation and far enough to say ke wasn’t. High enough off the ground to appear imposing and low enough that neither one of us had excuse to shout.
I raised my hands and opened them. Both rosaries were firmly entangled in my fingers, preventing me from holding anything else.
“While receiving the promise I have claimed, I am to cease hostilities and be peace bonded. In return, you are my sword and shield for the duration.”
I was amused that the angel was visibly Not Happy with these events. Ke drew kir sword and held it over my head.
“The Lord is your sword and shield. I am but his messenger sent to you.”
I lowered my hands. “Whatever helps you save face. But don’t think I am blinded. Betray me… Angelus… And there is not a force that will spare you from either of us.”
“I serve The Lord and act only by his commands.”
I wanted to snark back about all the times I heard that, trusted that, and was betrayed by that, but I felt that would be coming too close to violating the peace bond.
It was far more delicious to watch the angel chafe at the bit for having to minister to the wanton apostate that I am.
“As you say, then. Let the promise be kept.”
And it was.