laughed hard enough to unfurl her wings. You did this, Sia. You destroyed their reasons for refusing what they really wanted. That means you brought them together.
"That doesn't make any sense," I said. "How can destroying something supposedly fix it?"
From the kitchen, it was Ron who answered. "I think they call it renovations."
Luke's grunt made it clear that Ron had a point. "Think about working on a house. You tear down the walls and put them back up better. You can't fix something if it's broken. Sometimes you have to take it out. But what are we talking about?"
That was when the last two joined our little party. Nick and Sam walked in together, both of them still looking groggy, but in that adorable, half-asleep sort of way. More like they were worried about missing out on something good than actually ready to get out of bed.
"Yeah, what’re we talking about?" Sam asked, flashing a smile at me.
I just pointed to the little dragon on the table. "God was telling me that I destroy things to fix them. I was trying to make the point that it sounds kinda insane."
"Make sense to me," Nick said as he took the chair beside me. "Good morning, dove." And he reached over, caught my hand, and lifted it to his lips so he could kiss the back.
Sam kept going, heading for the kitchen. "Stop worrying about it, Sia," he called back, proving he knew me all too well.
"I'm not worrying," I assured him. "I just noticed. And there's nothing wrong with that."
"Nothing at all," Bel agreed as he sat down on my other side. "Did you have enough coffee yet, Muse?"
I leaned toward him to rest my head on his shoulder. "No such thing as enough," I assured him, "but I also woke up before all of you. Why do you ask?"
"Because we heard many things last night, but did not get to talk about it because you were naked. You talk better when you have coffee."
Nick chuckled on my other side. "Blunt, but he's right."
While they talked, everyone else managed to get their morning cup of coffee and come back in to take a chair. Sam sat directly across from me and grabbed the vase full of flowers. That, he passed to Luke on the far side, who set them out of the way. Ron claimed the spot on Sam's other side, directly across from Bel. All of them were looking at me.
"Yeah," I said, "so I should probably tell all of you about the twenty-three humans we saved from the Delta Phi fraternity, huh?"
"You can," Luke said, "but the important thing is that I'm pretty sure I know where the warehouse is. That's what I was looking for while you and Nick were having a shower last night."
"But it's warded," Nick said. "The angels at Mac’s were pretty sure that it was also impenetrable."
Nothing is impenetrable for the Devil, God said.
Sam just thrust both hands at her like she proved his point. "See! I told you Sia wouldn't have a problem with it."
The little dragon twisted her neck to look back at him. If she does, then I am always here to help. Together, this reality is ours. It only exists because the two of us allow it.
I couldn't even describe the noise Luke made, but it was somewhere between confused, unsure, and impressed. "So you're saying she's as strong as you?" he asked.
Different, God corrected. Fire is hot and water is wet. They are different. Sia and I are like that. One is not stronger than the other; we are simply different.
And that was going to take a little getting used to. Bobbing my head, I decided to just shuffle that back to the vault in my mind - that place where I stuck things that I needed to deal with later. Even being put in the same category as God was pretty mind-blowing. Being her equal but opposite? Nope. It was much too early to even consider that.
"So," I said, changing the subject, "we have a good idea where the angels are keeping the slaves. We know it's warded. We know that I'm supposed to be able to break those wards with or without God's help. So does that mean we’re busting out the slaves today?"
"No," Sam said. "Today, we need to go shopping, because tomorrow…" He looked around the table at all of us. "We need to go to church."
"Isn't that supposed to make us burn or something?"