Chapter:-33

Win looked less than impressed at the clear dodging of whatever question he’d been asking, but said nothing further. Adom created a magica circle for the pair and they gave a short thank you before stepping through.

The room was quiet for a moment as Adom  banished Man and Boss old glass and summoned one if his own. He sat down beside the angel and picked up the book they’d been looking at. It was a spell book—one of Adom—that specialized in methods of communication. The page it was turned to showed speaking orbs. Small two-way balls of light that were little better than walkie talkies.

“You want a set of these?” he asked. There were easy enough to create and he didn’t mind Adom speaking to Type through them. If his angel want's really want to talk Type all day he can make this happen. If it's Type then Adom is ok with anything.

“Type told me about Sam and the other angels. He told me Nat  coma.” Win asked from nowhere.

"Well Type really kno