Chapter 8 : No Ragurts

Remmy's POV I'd royally fucked up. As an angel of the Heavenly Host and former commander of the Third Choir, I could wholeheartedly admit to fucking up on occasion. It seldom happened, but it did happen. Like last night. Last night had been a very bad mistake. A mistake that was currently snoring into my ear with all the gusto of a lumberjack with sinus problems. She should probably get that checked out. But after I left. Way after I left. I knew something was horribly wrong before I realized it was the snoring that woke me up. The bed was a big clue. A California king, it took up almost eighty percent of the room save for a slim nightstand that seemed to double as a jewelry case and beer cozy. Maybe more, but I wasn't too keen on finding out. Creator preserve me, it was hard conjuring up the strength to get out of that bed! I weaseled my body around, feeling boneless in the luxury of a quality mattress, and removed myself from Nadya's octopus-like stranglehold th