The next few days were a blur, since I had nothing to do besides spy on Logan Lerman. Normally, it would be an easy job but considering he’s the number one angel... It was more of a difficult job. Sweat poured down my back as I ran through the park of New York. The sun was blazing and it was a good day for a jog. I wanted to get stronger for the next battle with the angels. It was a surprisingly easy job, especially with the fact that Logan wouldn't be there. I would have him by then. Anyways, I sprinted past the hot dog stands and past the dog park. I didn't want to get the smell of hot dogs in my system nor get attacked my dogs. They could sense that I wasn't a normal human being. I jogged through the streets, my muscles pumping with adrenaline when I passed an alley and I saw a little girl getting picked on by some boys. I know I was a demon, but I hated seeing girls getting picked on for no reason. They were so fragile and delicate and vulnerable. I couldn't just let high school boys hurt her or something. So, I did the right thing and jogged on over there. "What's going on here?" I asked, my breath catching up with me. I noticed the little girl fumbling with her thumbs. "None of your business-" they called me a "female dog" and I had it. I looked over at the little girl who was holding her notebook for dear life. I bent down to her height and grabbed her hands. "What were they doing to you, honey?" She sucked her thumb, not answering. I smiled at her. "You can tell ...