“Penryn?” asks the woman speaking to the guy. “What kind of name is that?” They’re not calling me. They’re talking about me. The guy shrugs. “Probably some foreign name that means angel slayer.” “Yeah, right. So do you believe it?” “What? That she killed an angel?” How did they know about that? He shrugs again. “Don’t know.” He lowers his voice. “All I know is that it would be amazing to have a safety pass from the angels.”
