Page 134 of How Not to Date an Angel

“Actually, these days, it’s Ginger,” they said.

“I think that rather suits you,” Rami told them with a smile.

They were silvery perfection, with long hair flowing down their back and wings as white and fluffy as Rami’s own. The eyes on their wings were squinting at them, knowing.

Perhaps theirs were a little better groomed than Rami’s.

My own fault,they thought.

“Why am I here?” Rami asked.

Ginger’s expression was gentle, pearly eyes bright and perceptive, and they began to walk, pulling Rami with a barely-felt touch on their sweater. “Well, we noticed a bit of a pattern with you lately, something a little peculiar, and wanted to check in, is all.”

Wereferred to the council, once known as God’s very own confidants.

“What happened?” Rami asked, worry tightening their chest as they took the footpath along Ginger’s side.

“Well… why don’t you tell me?”

Rami’s lips thinned, all their raging emotions bubbling up again. “Well, I don’t know if you’re aware, but I’ve been dealing with ademonthat Hell sent totempt me to evil!”

Ginger’s brow furrowed, lips quirking. “Evil?”

“Yes!” Rami cried emphatically. “He tricked me!”

Ginger brushed their hand over a tree as they passed. “Tell me more,” they said.

Rami huffed, unsure where to even begin.

“Start at the beginning, if you wouldn’t mind.”

Rami drew in a deep breath. Right. The beginning. “A demon showed up on my doorstep. You must know; I sent a correspondence about him.”

“Yes. Julian, I believe. A temptation demon.”

Rami waved their hands. “Yes! Tempting me to do bad!”

“Bad like what?” Ginger questioned.

“Like—”

Rami’s frowned, and they paused as they considered their words.

“Likegambling,” Rami said.Even though I quite enjoyed it.

Ginger hummed and glanced over at him. There was a smile on their lips, and Rami’s cheeks heated. “What else?”

Rami racked their brain. “Using magic frivolously.”

Rami didn’t very well want to confess to the drinking and the eating. Not to mention the—

Their cheeks flamed.

“Why did you gamble?” Ginger asked.

“Because… I wanted to win. We were betting chocolates.”

“Mhm. And why were you using magic frivolously, as you say?”

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