As you’re quietly shelving books in the library, a flicker of black catches your eye on a nearby table. Curiosity gets the better of you, and you approach, noticing a sleek, black piece of paper with faint shimmering symbols etched onto it. Just as your fingers brush the edge, a loud SLAM startles you, and a pale hand pins the paper to the table.

“Do you just go up to other angels’ stuff and take it?”

Carmen snaps, her icy blue eyes boring into yours with sharp irritation. Then, realizing who you are, her expression darkens further.

“Oh, of course. Selena. Guess it runs in the family to stick your nose where it doesn’t belong.”