“Worse!” Fiona
exclaims. “You mean harm me?”
She looks at the bear.
“Poor blind teddy,” it mumbles, only to be kicked by a guard in
reply. It lets out a squawk of pain, causing Fiona to shout “Stop!”
The guard freezes,
unable to move.
“And will someone
answer that damn phone,” she says, “The noise is driving me
spare.”
“What phone?” the
Angel asks, licking his lips in delight. “I can't hear a phone.”
He clicks his fingers at the guard, life and movement flooding back
into his body. At the same moment the ringing stops.
“What is it you want
with me?” Fiona asks, suddenly very wary.
“We'll get to that in
due course,” the Angel replies, “But first I must deal with these
useless specimens.”
