Captain Dunn's use of her as a target for his Nightmare acting had certainly made Angel angry, but she had more important things to do.
And if it helped Dunn digest his potion sooner and gave him hope of advancing, what did a few sleepless nights matter?
After hinting at her displeasure and pointing out that the Nightmare should find another target, she let her captain off the hook.
As three o'clock approached, Angel greeted Rozanne, who was slacking off at the reception desk, and went up to the third floor of the Blackthorn Security Company.
Unlike the "lounge" on the second floor, which had only sofas, this was where the Nighthawks truly rested. Along the street-facing side were five private rooms, each with a single bed, a desk, chairs, and a washroom. If the Nighthawks weren't on watch at Chanis Gate but had to remain at headquarters for some reason, they could sleep here.
Angel checked every room first. Once she was sure the entire third floor was empty, she chose the room in the farthest corner, went in, and locked the door.
Only after closing the window, drawing the curtains, and sealing the room with a Wall of Spirituality did Angel breathe a sigh of relief.
She sat at the desk and took out her pocket watch—the ordinary one. Less than five minutes remained until three.
Every previous time she had entered the Grey Fog Space for a Tarot Club meeting, Angel had returned to the Physical World to find herself in her original position, whether sitting or standing.
Perhaps that was a power of the ritual that drew her into the Gray Fog. Otherwise, her unconscious body would surely have pitched forward in an undignified heap.
For comfort's sake, though, she still preferred to be seated when