“Day,” Sariel soothed as he cradled Seymour in his arms. “Release him, please.”
“He ain’t gonna taste good, remember?” Seymour wheezed.
“Yeah!” King yelled. “Gonna taste like arsehole!”
Day fussed, but she did as she was asked, her jaw clicking back into place. “Fine. Hmmph.” She marched over to Sariel and Seymour, hopping up into Seymour’s arms. She hugged them both tight and purred. “He’s not worth the indigestion.”
Mr. Heiss stared furiously at the tiny holes in his suit pants from Day’s teeth, and the fabric melded back together. He pointed at Seymour, snarling, “I will not forget this insult. Without me to protect you now, there is?—”
“Hey, Sariel,” Lou piped up. “Wanna come work for me instead of the asshole?”
“What?”
“Yes,” Sariel said quickly. “I accept.”
“Q. will never let this stand,” Mr. Heiss seethed. “Sariel remains a creature of the Celestial and therefore will answer tome.”
“Only if he does anything wrong, of course. But we both know that is very unlikely to happen.” Lou winked. “He is an angel, after all.”
Mr. Heiss’s rage was palpable.
And pretty damn awesome, ha!
Still visibly boiling, Mr. Heiss stalked toward the doorway to take his leave.
“Are we leaving now?” King asked. “Am I going with the arsehole? Oh, this is just fine. I am going to have the best time. Pure brilliant.” He took a deep breath to shout, “Someone save me!”
“Shut up,” Mr. Heiss grumbled.
“Talking skull. Not a shutting up one. Especially for big, gaping, dripping, arse?—”
The door slammed shut, and Mr. Heiss and King were gone.
Seymour sagged in relief, clinging to Sariel and Day both. “Holy fuck.” He gave Lou an appreciative smile. “Thanks for that. The whole, uh, hiring Sariel thing?”
“Yes, thank you.” Sariel smiled. “I appreciate it, Mr. Morénas-Mostro.”
“Don’t thank me yet.” Lou chuckled dryly. “Trust he is going to go crying to Q. about it. I will do what I can to make sure you stay in my employment.” He smirked. “Also, don’t mistake this for anything other than my own selfish desire to recruit a powerful Celestial creature.”
“So, totally not being nice at all?” Seymour teased.
“He is very nice,” Myrna whispered. “But usually when no one is looking.”
“Crap taste in shoes though,” Flanders grumbled.
Lou sighed and rubbed his brow. “We’re leaving now.” He looked to Sariel. “We’ll meet on Monday. Unless Heiss has a full bitch fit and we need to speak to Q. sooner.”
“Understood, master.” Sariel nodded and then cringed. “Ah, my apologies.”
Lou grimaced. “Siris just fine, Sariel. Rest. Heal up. All right?”
“Yes, sir.”
Lou waved at Myrna and Flanders. “Time to go.”
“Of course!” Myrna obediently trotted over to Lou’s side.
Flanders didn’t move.
