"Guess so," he said, trying to sit up.
That didn't work the first time, but he was able to roll over and lever
himself swayingly upright in front of her.
"I've been better, but I think I'll survive."
"Great," said Mandi, "We need to get moving," and without ceremony she
picked him up and launched into the sky some distance before he heard Andrea
ask, "How is he?"
"Just barely alive, ma'am," said Cade. "Nice of you to ask, though."
Mandi snorted a short laugh as Andrea came into view and peered down at
Cade.
"Did anybody get a good look at us?" she asked Mandi.
"I don't think so," said Mandi. "The pickup driver was dead, the car driver
was unconscious, and the girl was halfway across the parking lot by the time I
secured the power lines. Nobody came near the car before I lifted with Cade."
"Sneaky angels," said Cade. "I don't know why, exactly, but I like that
concept."
"You said you were a pagan," said Andrea. "Do pagans believe in angels?"
"Angels. Goddesses. Same things, different labels."
When Mandi set him down on the roof, she didn't let go of him immediately,
which was just as well.
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