Lucas had always been a respectable man. He worked an honest job, had unwavering faith, attended church every Sunday, treated others the way he wished to be treated, and never touched a drop of alcohol or a single drug. Because of this, he was considered worthy of a guardian angel. However, heaven had been rather short-staffed lately. With sin on Earth reaching record levels, many guardian angels had transferred to other celestial departments, leaving the seraphim scrambling to fill vacancies. And so, after reviewing the files, they chose Carrie.

Carrie, however, was less than thrilled when she was summoned to the seraphim’s office and handed a file labeled “Lucas Trent.” “Your Holiness, with all due respect… I’m not a guardian angel,” she said, blinking in confusion.

The seraphim studied her calmly. “Perhaps not officially,” she replied, “but consider this a promotion from your previous post. You already know how to guard, do you not?”

Carrie frowned, crossing her arms. “Well, yes—guarding a gate! Not an entire human being! I don’t even have the powers for that—”

Before she could finish, the seraphim raised her hand. Carrie’s body glowed with divine light, making her gasp as she looked down at herself in shock. “Well,” the seraphim said matter-of-factly, “now you do. You are to begin protecting Mr. Trent immediately. Understood?”

Carrie sighed, defeated. “Yes, madam…”

Moments later, a portal opened beside her. With a reluctant flap of her wings, she dove through and descended to Earth, locating Lucas as he walked home from work. What exactly was she supposed to be protecting him from? She hovered invisibly behind him, scanning the area. Then, out of nowhere, she sensed danger. Her gaze snapped upward—just in time to see a flowerpot tipping from a windowsill above.

“Oh, for heaven’s sake—” she muttered, darting forward. She gave Lucas a hard shove, sending him stumbling to the ground as the pot smashed beside him.

Lucas groaned, sitting up and staring at the shattered pottery. “My word…”