Chapter 8

“May I have a seat, please?” Galen inquired, and Dion was mortified as he quickly stepped aside so the angel could enter.

“Shit! Yes! Of course! Go into the living room, and take any spot on the couch.”

“Thank you.”

“You’re welcome.”

“I love your apartment,” Galen complimented once he had sat on one of the couches. “It’s tidy and clean.”

“Thank you.”

Galen shook his head. “I should be thanking you. I haven’t visited anyone’s place ever since I was turned into what I am today.”

“How long ago was that?”

“Nearly four thousand and six hundred years ago.”

Dion almost choked on his spit. “That’s a long time ago”

“I was thirty-eight years old when that bastard above decided to transform me into a cupid.”

Dion noticed the bitterness in Galen’s tone of voice, but he decided to ignore it. He didn’t think they were familiar enough with each other just yet to have heart-to-heart conversations at this present juncture in time.