A Soul Reborn, an excerpt
What happens when a lawyer meets an Angel?
“Okay, come on in. And you can call me Matt,” he corrected her as he ushered her in, staying in the doorway until she passed before entering himself and closing the door.
“You are an excellent lawyer, aren’t you Matthew…I mean, Matt.” She spun around to look at him as he walked towards the island counter in his kitchen; she held her hands behind her back.
“Yeah, I guess,” he said, modestly.
“Therefore…it is your job to believe someone is innocent until proven guilty?”
“Actually, it’s my job to prove someone is guilty.”
“Oh, I see. So I cannot ask you to suspend your disbelief and accept that I am an Angel until proven otherwise?”
“It would be easier to believe you’re not an Angel until you can prove it.” Matt enjoyed the back and forth, exchanging smirks and smiles with Renee. He was pacing through his kitchen while she stood in his living room; as if he was in the courtroom and she was a witness on the stand.
“So then…I would be guilty of being an Angel?” Renee tilted her head and frowned. Had he stumped her?
“Exactly. But can you prove it?” He waved a finger at her, just as he had out in the hallway. He stuck his hand in his pocket. It was a habit that served him well in court, but perhaps not here.
“With ease,” Renee said with confidence.
“Then prove it.” Renee leered at him and his challenge.
“That’s against the rules.” He rolled his eyes. “But have a little faith.” Matt laughed. “Ask me your questions, interrogate me if you must. And know that I will tell you the truth and be innocent until proven guilty…of deceiving you,” she held out a hand, palm facing up and inviting his acceptance.
“Alright…Renee, if that’s your real name,” he teased her.
“It’s not.” Matt was brought up short, nearly tripping on a kitchen rug. “It’s my human nickname.”
“What is your real name then?”
“I can’t tell you. An Angel’s name is intimate and should only be used by other Angels.”
“You’re not off to a good start. You said you’d tell me anything. Do I need to have you swear on the bible?” Matt laughed and Renee smiled.
“You’re enjoying this. Do you enjoy court this much?”
“Hmmm, not usually. You’re prettier than my usual criminals and witnesses,” Matt said it so matter-of-factly while opening the fridge.
“My name is Rhamiel,” Renee admitted. She sighed as if she’d just let a barrier down, officially opening herself up to Matt’s inquisition. Matt leaned away from the refrigerator door and stared at Renee and her sincere expression.
“I like it,” he said simply. “But I like Renee too. So that’s what I’ll call you, if you want,” he said, respectfully.
“Yes, thank you,” Renee affirmed.
Copyright: S. A. Tyler - @author-s-a-tyler