Trail of Liquor
No, no, no, no, no, please don’t try and get her to stay of all things. Delilah grimaced when she heard that, hands stilling at what she was doing and earning herself a nudge by the still-alarmed poodle hovering next to her. Reaching out to Sammy for a quick pet, Delilah rearranged her features into a rather convincing look of faint regret, turning to Ruth.
“Well, that’s a shame, then. Maybe some day. I’d hate for you to have to clear time in your schedule just to talk to me,” she said, shrugging vaguely. “We’ll see, I suppose.”
Closing the fridge behind her, classifying remembering to do so a small victory under the circumstances, Delilah gestured at the door. “Please, don’t feel like you’re obligated to stay. You mentioned having somewhere to go, right?” And maybe she did, but it would give both of them a convenient out without offending the angel’s sensibilities.
Metatron glanced at Delilah–was she alright? Something seemed off. He put it out of his mind for the moment, deciding he’d ask about it later.
He turned his look back to Kay, and said with a smile, “If you have somewhere to go, by all means…” He made a sweeping gesture at the door, as if he were a game show host announcing a prize. “I’m sure I’ll see you again soon.”
And he would, he was sure, if his suspicions about her involvement with Raphael were correct.
Kay took a long, hard look at the door he’d gestured to, as if it had become more suspicious just because of his invitation, then at Metatron, then at Delilah.
“Yes,” she said after a moment, her face closed off and her voice controlled, and looked back at Metatron again. “Do drop by sometime. I’m sure we have a lot to talk about.”
Resisting the urge to glance again at either of them, she folded her coat and strode past him and to the door, slowly enough that it couldn’t be called fleeing. She turned the handle and stepped out into the light.
Outside, she walked off briskly, feeling the prickle of the Archangel’s aura at her back every step of the way.
She’d walked three whole blocks before she realised she’d never told him where she lived, and what it meant that he hadn’t pointed it out.














