Angelica tried to look as natural as possible, going back to the washroom after finishing as much of the meal as she could stomach. The note, which she had hidden in the many folds of her dress, seemed to weigh much more than it should. She could feel it every time she shifted her weight, paranoid that a guard had seen it via some invisible eye and would come in any moment and snatch it away from her.

Fear was also something she had never felt when she had been at Dylan’s. Aside from the misplaced fear on finding herself with a humanoid demon. She had been comfortable and happy there, not dreading repercussions.

She felt a bit of relief on closing the washroom door. Whoever had written the note implied that it would be safe to read it in here. Angelica pulled the note from the bundles of cloth and unfolded it hastily.

Been sent to help you escape. Can get you out of the city; it’s getting you out of that room that’s hard. There are two guards positioned outside at all times. If you have any ideas, they’re welcome. If not, winging it. Be ready tomorrow evening.

The letter was not signed and all Angelica could do was stare at it for a few moments. Could it be Saleah or Zedekiah who had come to get her? But no idea of how to get her out? That was, at least, easy. All she had to do was make herself invisible using the spell Nicole had taught her.

The room she was being kept in came complete with desk and fountain pen. Paranoid still of wandering eyes she scribbled out a message, willed the ink to dry, and then tucked it back under the plate from where she had gotten it.

When the angel came in to get the tray and replace it with a new one, Angelica was sure her heart was going to beat out of her chest. The angel had long white hair that flowed down her back. She paid Angelica no more attention than the last angel had. Was she the one who had written the note, or someone else?

Angelica spent the entirely of the night staring at the ceiling. Sleep would not come. But a note the next morning elevated her fears, however slightly.

Sounds good. I’ll tarry in the doorway. Head to the right, around the corner, three doors down. Door will be open. Stay there till I come.

Angelica whittled away her time as best as she could. When the door opened, she jumped to her feet, but stopped short as the Seraph walked in.

“Good day, Miss Angelica.”

Angelica curtseyed. “Your Magnificence.”

“I just wanted to let you know that things at home have still not calmed. I feel so bad making you stay here for so long.”

Dinner would be delivered any time now. Why would he come now? Did he know about the plan?

If she argued with him, it would only delay him. “I know you are doing everything you feel is necessary.”

“I am glad you feel that way.”

The door opened and the angel came in carrying Angelica’s meal. She seemed to hesitate in the doorway.

The Seraph glanced back at the angel and then nodded. “Oh, but don’t let me keep you.” He moved to let her by.

The angel glanced briefly at Angelica before slowly switching the trays. Angelica wondered if her anxiety was clearly written on her face. If it was not, then her self-control was far beyond what she could imagine.

The Seraph smiled. “But then I am needed elsewhere. I will leave you to your meal.”

The human waited for the briefest of moments to make sure the Seraph had really left before rushing to the washroom. Hopefully it looked like nature had just called very loudly.

She tried calm herself as she called the magic around her. “I call upon the North wind and the waters of the sky to form a shield against sight and magic.“

The ice shield moved up around her, turning the air chilly. She opened the door and slipped out, closing it after her before rushing back out into the main room. The angel with the tray was just exiting the door, probably having waited as long as possible. She paused for a moment to say something to one of the guards. Angelica did not bother to take the time to listen as she squeezed out the door, hoping any sounds she made would be masked by the talking.

As soon as she was free of the room, Angelica hurried to the right and around the corner, and counted the doors silently. As she came upon the third door, she slipped inside quickly and to the back corner. She pressed her back against the wall, willing her breathing to calm. She had made it out of the room.