"Fuck," said Azrael.

I flinched.

He stared at me for a moment.

Then he shook his head again.

"Fuck," he repeated.

It wasn't any funnier the second time around.

"I messed up," I admitted.

"That is a... succinct way of putting it. Did you tell her what you were?"

"I mean... with words? No. But..."

His eyes narrowed.

"But what, Gwenhwyfar?"

I winced. He never called me that unless he was really pissed.

"My Aspect came upon me."

"Fuck! Gwen! We've talked about this!"

"I can't fucking control it, for... for fucking fuck's sakes!"

(No Blasphemy up Above - you get a snotty talking to from one of the Saints,...