Free The Chosen Knights (Read Prequel--The Angel Knights first) (The Angel Knights Series Book 2) by Mary Ting Page B

before. “Do you need any help?” I asked to be polite. I hoped he didn’t, because I didn’t know how to function in the kitchen, let alone how to use all the appliances. I knew I would look incompetent if I tried.
    “You’re our guest. This time I take care of you,” Jack said sweetly. “I’ll be right back.”
    I took the opportunity to talk to Goose. Hearing him talk about demons had caught my attention. “So, Goose, have you encountered any monsters before, or do you know about them from your grandfather’s stories?”
    “I saw them last night,” he stated as if it were no big deal.
    “Last night?”
    Goose pointed to my house. “I saw them on your roof.”
    I froze at his statement. He could see them? Did Jack see them as well? Humans couldn’t see them unless they were—I had to investigate further. I was about to ask him more questions when Grandma and Jack walked in.
    “My grandmother’s specialty.” Jack set the platter on the table. Corn on the cob, green beans, carrots, and potatoes surrounded a huge slab of cooked beef.
    Goose’s mouth salivated, and so did Lucky’s. Lucky was very lucky; she got her own bowl. My mouth would be watering as well if I were human, but I needed to be polite. Watching Lucky chow down on her food, I knew it was tasty. “That looks delicious.”
    Grandma took a seat. “Jack wanted me to cook his favorite meal. He was very excited you agreed to come. Too bad Jack’s mother isn’t here to meet you. She works nights at the hospital. I don’t like her hours, but there’s nothing I can do about it. Maybe next time. You’re pretty and well-mannered, just as Jack described.”
    “Grandma,” Jack squealed.
    Jack’s grandmother ignored his plea. Poor Jack. His face turned bright red and he couldn’t look at me. “Jack told me you’re new here. Let me give you some advice.” Lana leaned in closer and her eyes set on mine with intensity. “Don’t go out alone at night. In fact, don’t go out when there’s a blue moon, like tonight.” She took a moment to pause. “Now, please enjoy your meal.”
    Seeing them scoop a portion with a large spoon and place it on their plates, I did the same. We had been taught about human table manners during our training, but somehow I remembered none of it, especially after my second warning not to go out in that night’s blue moon—first from Eli, then Lana. Perhaps Eli hadn’t been joking after all and he was honestly concerned about me. And Lana wasn’t just a crazy old grandmother and could sense the supernatural. I needed to draw out more information from her.
    I took a bite of the meat. “Everything tastes perfect, Lana,” I said.
    “It was Jack’s father’s favorite too. My son...” She looked off into the distance. “He didn’t deserve...I mean, it was an unfortunate accident.”
    Recalling Jack saying his father passed away when he was about eleven years old, I thought of asking Lana about it, but decided to wait and console her instead. “I’m sorry about your son,” I said somberly. “Jack told me about him.”
    Lana wiped her mouth with a napkin and then took a sip of her drink. I could smell the alcohol. Uncle Davin had told me sometimes humans drowned themselves in alcohol when they couldn’t tame their emotions. She was obviously hurting. Perhaps she was even trying to forget.
    “It happened late one night when the moon was blue,” Lana began after swallowing.
    “No, Grandma. Don’t bore Lucia with the details. It’s not true,” Jack said bluntly and shook his head. He bit into the corn and took several more bites. If my instincts were correct, the way he shoved food into his mouth meant he was furious.
    Lana ignored him, still staring off into the distance. “The moon was blue as ice. Jack’s father owned a shop down by the beach. He loved to surf at sunset. I’m sure you’ve seen it. It’s the most beautiful sight. He stayed later than usual that day. He called to let us know he was