Can't Fix Cupid

Now, I may not be a good one, but I’m fairly certain that falling never ends well for angels.

Godsdammit.

Chapter 38

Trix

Once again, I land ass-first.

But this time, it’s on sand instead of marble tile.

The brutal landing shakes my bones and makes me bite my tongue as pain jars through me.

I look around at the dark world, my skin instantly spreading with goosebumps from the cool night air.

I look down at my body. “Motherfucker,” I curse. “Why am I naked again?”

But then it hits me.

I’m solid.

I’m not in the Veil anymore.

I look over my shoulder, and sure enough, my wings are gone.

I try to summon some angelic Light. Nothing. I try to blow some Lust for old time’s sake. Nada.

Oh my gods.

Three Major Veil supervisors pushed their powers into me. I don’t know how they did it, but they sent me back here. Alive. In the physical realm. As a human.

I jump to my feet in utter shock and whirl around to take in my surroundings.

I’m on a beach.

His beach.

“Holy shit,” I murmur.

My shock gets cut short when a dark shadow starts racing toward me and ferocious barks crack through the air like thunder.

“Fuck, fuck, fricken fuck!”

I turn and try to book it. The last thing I want to do is get mauled by a dog within the first sixty seconds of returning to earth. But of course, I’ve gone too long without a corporeal body, so...yeah. I eat major shit.

I’m talking body arcing dramatically, arms flailing, non-existent wings trying to propel me upwards, sand flying as I crash down—all major shit eating stuff.

And then it’s just full starfish mode all over again.

Sand gets everywhere.

Ass crack, armpits, mouth, hair, vagina. It’s all up in my business, ensuring I’ll never be able to reopen. I groan as I spit out sand from my mouth.

At least no one was around to see me.

“Hey, are you okay?” a voice calls.

“Fuck you, Karma,” I hiss.