Celia wondered who had summoned her when she arrived in the bedroom. Maybe she had got the coordinates wrong. She couldn’t feel any magic with her teeth.
Sereg stared at the winged person whom had arrived in his room. “Are…are…are you an angel?” he stammered as he sat up in bed and pressed against the wall in fear. Celia looked down at him. “That’s the oldest pick-up line in the book,” she commented, “especially to those of us with wings. Still, it’s pretty cute and I do have a thing for humans.” She landed on his bed. “Maybe we can have some fun while I’m here.” With that she kissed him. “Well,” thought the part of Sereg’s brain that was still active, “this certainly feels heavenly.”