“I thought you were my guardian angel?” 

“You called me that, remember?” He flapped his wings as he moved to look down on the girl laying on the ground . “Why change your mind?”

“I’m dead, and stuck here.” She sat up and fingered the bruising round her neck.

“Ah, but you wished for that, Sally.” 

“When?”

“In your dreams you wanted to stay here, with me.”

“Nightmare maybe,” she retorted as she folded her arms. Her eyes flashed in anger as she regarded the man she had once found so handsome. Well, until he murdered her.

He smiled. “And?”