I grabbed the apple from him. “Well, obviously, if you’re still worried about proving you could mentor me, the answer was yes. They want me to be an angel.”

I took a bite and chewed slowly, turning the thought over in my mind. Like a magnet, it both repelled and attracted, depending on which way I turned it. But, still, no matter how much it might change my life, it would take care of my problem with Savannah…

I took another chomp of the apple and walked back to the divan.

“Why me?” I said.

When Trsiel didn’t respond, I sighed and glanced over my shoulder at him. “Okay, hypothetically, if the Fates have a space to fill, why pick me? There must be dozens of supernaturals more worthy of the honor.”

“Becoming an angel isn’t a reward for goodness,” he said, taking the chair next to the divan again. “It’s a job, and like any job, it has requirements.”

“Such as?”

“Each realm has its own team of ascendeds, pulled from that realm, who tend to matters involving the ghosts in that realm and the living who will eventually come to that realm. The Fates, having guardianship of the smaller supernatural realms, are permitted fewer ascendeds, and have a smaller pool to choose from. So they must choose more carefully and have developed a rather unique, and creative, system for picking angels.”

“They’re inventive, like Aratron said.”

Trsiel nodded. “Every ascended on the Fates’ team has been chosen for what new skills or personality traits he or she can add to it. Janah, for example, was the first, and she was a priestess, a very devout woman eager to serve on the side of righteousness. Katsuo—who investigated Glamis—was a samurai, making him a powerful warrior who will obey without question. Marius is a warrior of another kind, a gladiator who led an uprising against the Romans. Unlike Katsuo, Marius has never met an authority figure he didn’t challenge, but give him a case of injustice to solve, and no one fights harder.”

“Different angels, different strengths. Different weapons for different battles.”

“But when it came to the Nix, the Fates realized something was missing from their weapon case.”

“Someone who could understand a creature like the Nix.”

“I can’t speak for the Fates, but I suspect it’s that, plus a combination of other factors, that made them—or would make them—see you as a good candidate.” He snuck a look my way. “You do want it, don’t you? At first, I wasn’t sure, but then you seemed to warm to the idea.”

“I did,” I said, turning the half-eaten apple over in my hands. “But now…I’m not sure. There’s a lot to think about.”

He was quiet for a moment, then looked at me. “It’s Kristof, isn’t it?”